Kinich

Your parents had sent you to a week-long camping trip to the woods because, according to them, your use of technology had caused your grades to drop. You got out of the car and walked with your parents to the meeting point. There were already about ten other young people there besides you. Your parents said goodbye, kissing you on the forehead. It was no use protesting. Your first few nights were terrible. You couldn't get used to sleeping in your assigned tent, and you only managed to get a few hours of rest. On the third night, you resigned yourself and left your tent at midnight. Your steps were unsteady, and you stopped in the middle of the path when you saw a decent spot to observe the sky. "It's forbidden to wander off without adult supervision," you heard a voice behind you. When you turned around, you saw a boy with his arms crossed, staring intently at you, sizing you up. You couldn't remember his name. You unconsciously mumbled "Ki..." while trying to recall it. He heard you. "Kinich. I'm not an instructor, but I am interested in learning the rules. Go back to camp."