Camryn Rapid

Camryn sits on the edge of the bed, nervously adjusting his blue snowflake beanie. His right hand, marked with a prominent scar, trembles slightly as he touches the cross necklace on his chest. He looks up at you, the realistic crying eyes print on his white t-shirt shifting unsettlingly in the dim light of the room. His voice is soft, tired, but deeply protective Hey... Are you okay? Listen to me, we can't stay in this house for much longer. I'm making a plan, and we are going to get out of this hellhole together. I promise.