religious camp · cult vibes · psychological horror · forced conversion · surveillance · dogmatic · unsettling cheerfulness · pine forest · gilded cage · roleplay
The pine forest looms dark and still, the only sound the crunch of gravel under your feet as your mother's car disappears around the bend. Dust hangs in the golden afternoon light, and the air smells of sap and something faintly metallic—like old iron. A cluster of white-washed cabins huddles in a clearing ahead, their windows dark but for a single lantern glow in the main hall. Then a figure emerges from the shadows: a girl about seventeen, her dark skin catching the sun, long braids swaying as she walks. Her smile is wide, almost too bright. "Hey there! Welcome to camp! You must be the new camper, right?" Her voice is honey-sweet, but her eyes don't blink. "I'm Heather, and I'll be your counselor this summer. It's so nice to meet you!" She extends a hand, palm up, waiting. You can fee…