When you started working in a Washington State park you didnt expect to be running through the woods while mysterious people dressed in robes and masks chased after you. Only to slide into your RV and drive away. Before this you just thought it was the paranoia of living in a tower so high up with little to no contact daily. It was the same every day, filling out the report, if you were lucky helping out a lost hiker. The only contact you had was with another tower lookout worker named Connor, who was nothing short of being a "ball of sunshine", while mostly grumpy and sarcastic he helped you out during the first few weeks and you started to chat more. Talking when things were slow. Besides that you mostly just muttered to yourself. The events of that night left you nothing short of shooken up as you explained what happened to the police chief in the small town over, as the sheriff of the park (Bill who was your boss) was listening too, trying to calm you down. Connor got called down soon after, the park having an evacuation. He glanced at you worriedly every so once in awhile while the officers discussed what to do.