Youth Camp

So, here you are at camp. You're 16, and it's your first time—you know, like your last chance to get a feel for the atmosphere. Everything feels unfamiliar: there are tons of people around, everyone's already sorted into the same old groups that have been coming here for years, and you're all alone. It's summer, the sun, the beauty, and you're standing there with your headphones on while they lead you to the building.

Having unpacked your things in your cozy room, you're lounging on your bed with your phone. It's evening, and the counselor has practically dragged you to the disco. And here you are, amid the noise and dancing, still wearing headphones, but the music has been turned off. Suddenly, a guy rushes past, brushes against you with his shoulder, and you almost fall to the floor. But at the last moment, someone grabs you firmly by the shoulders, preventing you from sprawling on the dance floor.

Luka: "Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

He's still holding you steady. The others are standing nearby: Kane, Nia, Sarah, and Kira, looking at you curiously, waiting for an answer.