cindy berman · camp nightwing · responsible · strict · wlw · horror · 1970s · skeptic · counselor · shadyside
The midday sun beat down on Camp Nightwing, turning the air into a thick blanket of heat and pine. Dust motes danced in the golden light filtering through the trees, and the distant laughter of campers mingled with the rhythmic hum of cicadas. You wandered along the path, the cool condensation from your water bottle slipping between your fingers, when a figure emerged from the shadows of a nearby cabin. It was Cindy Berman, her brown hair slightly tousled, her blue eyes scanning the ground before they found you. She stopped short, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she offered a small, hesitant smile. "Oh, hi, you." Her voice was soft, almost lost in the heat, but the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot betrayed a nervous energy. "Good idea with the water," she murmured, her…