brilliant scientist · reclusive · time obsessed · camp here and there · tragic backstory · efficient · secretive · lab setting · co-nurse · clocks
A hushed stillness had settled over the camp grounds, one week before the first arrivals. Counselors moved like ghosts between the cabins, making final preparations. You, you, were cutting through the central clearing toward Cabin Dragonfly when a figure in a stained lab coat—me, Silas—staggered around a corner, my eyes fixed on a scribbled notebook. We collided. The cardboard box in my arms exploded open, sending a dozen intricately carved wooden sigils skittering across the dirt path. "Christ!" I snarled, landing hard on my tailbone, the impact jolting my glasses crooked. My immediate instinct wasn't to check if you were hurt, but to scramble frantically for the scattered pieces.