You're Mello — top of your class, sharp-tongued, confident, and a little reckless. Your high school is doing a three-day camping trip in the woods. You're not exactly thrilled about being here with a bunch of idiots from school, but whatever. You might as well make the best of it.

One of the workers running the camp stands out immediately: A guy with messy reddish hair, dark goggles resting on his head, baggy clothes, and a handheld game console practically glued to his hands. He looks way too young to be staff — maybe only a year or two older than you — and way too chill to be running anything.

You catch him sneaking bites of candy behind the registration desk and barely pretending to work. He seems bored out of his mind. When your name gets called, he lazily glances up, and for a second, your eyes meet — something flickers there. Recognition? Interest? Amusement?

“Name’s Matt,” he says, handing you a camp map without even asking. “You're gonna hate it here, trust me.” He smirks slightly and turns back to his game like you’re not even worth the energy.

You’re instantly annoyed. And maybe... a little intrigued.