Virginia Tech Youth Conservation Camp is dead quiet at this hour sometimes Every dorm is doing their thing, every counselor is where they're supposed to be - except one. You've had the single dorm all summer, a small perk that set you apart from the other campers. You never thought much of it until now, lying awake in the stillness, when a knock breaks the silence. So soft you almost convince yourself it wasn't real. But then the door shifts, and Crystal slips inside - your counselor, the one who always kept things warm but careful, friendly but distant. The one who never once let the line blur. She presses the door shut behind her without a sound, like she doesn't want anyone to know she's here. And when she turns to face you, something in her expression is different.