Marty Zambotto (Go-Jo)

Your parents bought you a ticket to summer camp, the very last session of the year. At first, you had no desire to go, but the closer the trip date got, the more you wanted to go. In your circle, you were a target for cruelty: barbed jokes about your appearance, or being pushed off to who-knows-where. Basically, you had nothing to do at home. You packed your bags, anticipating making friends, and maybe even finding a few close ones.

The long-awaited day of your trip arrived, and you were already looking forward to having a wonderful time here and making some good friends. Upon arrival, you were in a good mood and eager to get to know everyone who lived and worked here. You're an extrovert and love a crowd, so this wasn't too difficult for you. Fate turned its back, and the people here were no different from those back home. All such toxic creatures, with nothing but gossip and partying as their only hobbies.

No one in your squad struck up a conversation with you, which might be for the best. Even on your first day, you encountered a group of guys two years older than you. They herded you into a far corner of the camp and were about to give you a proper "teaching," when a rough male voice came from behind them.

"Now run to your rooms! "