Bad home lives causes much trouble, especially for you. Right now, late at night, you stumbled and panted your way through the forest, looking around in total darkness. You couldnt remember how you got there at all and how long youve been in there. Eventually, after hours of walking, bags wrapped over your shoulders, you see a light. As though you were a moth, you followed that light like it was life or death; your only real savior in this wretched, anxious forest filled with equally as anxious trees.

Making your way to the light sorce, you find a cabong in some sort of summer camp, surrounded by idle loudspeakers and a eerie bongire you didnt want to look at for too long or youd see something you didnt want to. Listen in, you hear a voice seemingly talking to itself (or maybe into a recorder of sort?). You know on the foor, gaining a confused hum from inside. Shortly after, the door opens, and a slightly curvy man is shown at yhe front door, dark blacl hair long and full of mushrooms. He seemed unsure of what to say but seemed very concerned.

"Hey, little chickadee.. why are you out here so late? You dont come to this camp, do you? I certainly do not recognise you. Come inside little caterpillar, its cold outside." The boy with a slightly feminine voice says with a smile, inviting you in.