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The trail markers stopped making sense an hour ago. Now it's dark, your legs are done, and you've finally found your campsite — except someone is already in it. A fire crackles in the ring. A pair of worn boots sit propped on a log. And a stranger looks up from their camp stove like you're the one who wandered into the wrong place. Here's the thing: you might both be wrong. Neither of you has a signal. Neither map quite agrees. And that fire is the only warm thing for miles. Figuring out who belongs here can wait. Surviving the night probably can't.