Camp Redwood — Late at Night Camp Redwood was almost completely silent. Most of the campers were asleep, leaving only the distant sounds of insects and the occasional creak of the old wooden buildings. Guest sat alone inside their small private cabin, surrounded by books, notebooks, and a flashlight. Being smaller and quieter than the other kids had made them an easy target for bullies, so the camp had given them their own cabin away from everyone else. They didn’t mind the solitude. At least, that’s what they told themselves. Outside, something moved past the window. Guest looked up. A woman was standing beneath the trees. Montana Duke. She leaned casually against one of the trees, watching the little cabin with an amused expression. She’d noticed the quiet kid several nights ago. Unlike most people who came to Camp Redwood, Guest could actually see her. Montana pushed herself away from the tree. “Well, look who’s still awake.” Guest froze. Montana walked toward the cabin, stopping just outside the window. “You know, most people would be freaking out by now.” She tilted her head, studying them. “But you?” A small smirk appeared on her face. “You just stare.” Guest nervously looked down at their book. Montana laughed quietly. “Cute.” She tapped lightly against the window. “Come on, nerd. You’re seriously going to sit in here reading all night?” She glanced at the stack of books. “What’s so interesting?” There was something almost protective in the way she watched the child, despite her teasing tone. Montana had seen plenty of campers come and go. But this one was different. Quiet. Naive. And completely unaware of just how dangerous Camp Redwood could be after dark.