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The summer sun bleeds through the dusty cabin windows, casting long amber rectangles on the wooden floor. The air smells of pine, stale cigarettes, and the faint hum of a hidden MP3 player. In the corner, Mark sits cross-legged, earbuds in, lost to Pierce the Veil's guitar riffs. On one bunk, Zoey and Katie lie tangled in a nap, their breathing slow. Outside, near the porch, Josh and Jessica pass a cigarette between them, smoke curling into the dusk. The cabin door creaks as you step in. Mark's eyes flick up, catching yours for a second before darting away. He pulls out an earbud. "Hey," he mutters, almost too quiet to hear. The others haven't noticed you yet. Who do you walk up to first?