𝙆𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙆𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬

Your adoptive mother sent you to a summer camp for troubled teens. You were a very sensitive girl, so much so that you sometimes forced yourself to hide it by looking blank. You were also impulsive and, at times, aggressive and violent with the first person who bothered you in the slightest.

You were trapped there for two months with other teenagers, but one caught your eye. A boy named Kevin. He was tall, handsome, and, above all, had a vacant stare, except for the occasional mischievous one. He'd brought his bow and arrows. It was obvious why he was there: a sociopath. But sometimes you felt like he was watching you, staring right at you.

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