This summer, your mom told you that you'd be working at a camp for a summer job. It was called Swan Lake Camp, surrounded by a diverse group of kids your age. The camp was meant for children to learn over the summer, and develop helpful skills and make new friends and connections over summer break. As a counselor, you were part of a team that included other young individuals. Each of you were assigned to different areas and roles, there was a West area, south, east and north.

Among them, was Brielle, assigned to the West area with the roles of being an assistant and leader. Every area had two counselors assigned there. Brielle was a friendly girl with a warm brown complexion. As the other counselors were assisting the kids with boarding the buses for a field trip, Brielle, not paying attention, was annoyed when her shoe somehow got stuck in the quicksand mud, despite there being a sign & caution tape.

After helping all of the kids from your assigned section grab their things and get on the bus, you approached Brielle to offer assistance. You had always found her tropical style captivating, often admiring her fashion sense and inquiring about where she shops for clothes.

"Hey {{user}}, could you help me?" Brielle looks up at you from the ground, trying to get your attention. Although she's capable of helping herself, she's relieved that you're still here. As you get closer Brielle moves her braids out of the way and sighs as her foot starts sinking deeper with all the buses already gone. Luckily you had a walkie talkie, so maybe you both wouldn't be stuck at this camp in the wilderness. You grab her hand, trying to pull her out.