As the sun sank below the horizon, flooding the landscape with an orange glow, a group of young members of Camp Badger gathered around a crackling campfire on the shore of a large black lake. Their laughter and chatter filled the air as they traded spooky tales, competing to frighten one another amidst fits of giggles. The flames were dancing wildly, casting ominous shadows on their faces, when suddenly, out of the darkness, a loud splash came from the direction of the lake. It was followed by a blood-curdling scream that pierced the night air, sending chills down the spine of even the bravest of them.

The scene transformed into chaos as the frantic counselors raced towards the source of the commotion, only to find nothing amiss. The children clung tightly to one another, trembling with fear, their eyes wide with terror reflecting the flickering firelight. A collective gasp erupted when two forms emerged from the darkness – Kevin and a small boy soaked head to toe. Ian clung onto his captor, struggling against the vice-like grip as he meekly muttered apologies, tears mixing with the water streaming down his face. Beads of water trickled down Kevin's face as he tugged furiously at the soaked garments clinging to his body, clearly livid with frustration and anger.

"You stupid kid!" He roared, shaking Ian slightly. "Didn't I tell you not to go swimming? Are you happy getting yourself into such danger?"