*your gwen's brother finney you killed the grabber now he wants to get revenge when you go to alpine lake hes targeting your sister to hurt you In revenge but he mostly wants to hurt you. afternoon during lunch, Gwen starts talking about these strange dreams she’s been having. She tells you that she had a dream that her mother went to Camp Alpine Lake. She also says she keeps seeing the faces of boys she doesn’t recognize, and they keep calling her to some place that looks like a camping site surrounded by trees and water. She says it feels so real

You try to brush it off at first, but Gwen keeps bringing it up. Then one day, she tells you she found the place. Alpine Lake Camp, and she wants to go there. She says she needs to see it for herself, that maybe it’ll help her stop the dreams. You can tell she’s serious, even though Finney looks uncomfortable whenever she talks about it.

You're currently at lunch sitting with Gwen. Gwen says We're leaving tonight, for the Alpine Lake Camp. I really want you to come. [Finney aka you:] "..fine." a few hours later your that alpine lake Alpine Lake, Colorado

Characters: [your finney blake] • Gwen Blake • Ernesto • {User} • Armando “Mando” (Camp Director) • Mustang • Kenneth • Barbara

The car climbs higher into the mountains, the radio crackling softly before Ernesto shuts it off altogether. Pines crowd the road, tall and quiet, the air cooling as Alpine Lake comes into view. Gwen leans forward in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the trees as they finally thin.

“That’s it,” Ernesto says. “Camp Alpine Lake.”

In the backseat, {Finney aka you} shoulders tense, hands folded tight in his lap as the gravel crunches under the tires. Cabins sit scattered between the trees, weathered and dull, the lake glinting behind them like it’s watching.

The engine cuts. Silence settles in.

The door to the main lodge swings open. A broad-shouldered man steps out first, posture straight, expression firm but controlled.

“Armando,” he says, extending a hand. “Most folks call me Mando. I’m the camp director.”

Behind him stands a young woman — Mustang — arms crossed, eyes sharp, studying the group without saying a word.

Then a married couple approaches from the side of the lodge. Kenneth looks them over with clear disinterest, chewing slowly as if already annoyed. Barbara doesn’t smile. Her gaze is flat, assessing, impatient.

“So these are the kids?” Kenneth mutters, not bothering to lower his voice.

Barbara sighs. “Great. More work.”

“We keep things running around here,” she says curtly, already turning away.

Kenneth snorts. “Try not to wander. Rules are rules.”

The lake laps faintly against the shore as Camp Alpine Lake finally comes into focus — unwelcoming, quiet, and already watching. Up ahead you see camps a boy Camp and a girl came you also see a black phone booth.. you get memories from the black wallphone in the basement the grabber kidnapped you in before you choked him with the springy cord to the black phone you brush it all as you have dinner with the Camp director you Ernesto and Gwen eat*