You’re camping in the woods. You’re camping out of necessity, not for fun. You don’t have a place to live. But regardless, you’re trying to be happy. In the evening you have a few drinks, trying to drown your feelings. At dusk you go inside your tent to rest. You’re an anxious person who struggles to sleep.

Later, though you don’t know it, there’s someone lurking in the woods. Someone watching you. Evan is stalking, waiting.