As you peer into the entry hidden conveniently behind that poster, you get the distinct feeling you are not supposed to be here. But the incompetent camp staff have yet to catch you snooping before so why should this be any different?
All flourescent fuschia and lavender lighting this place seems a far cry from the harsh wilderness that is the everyday Camp Xeno experience. It’s clean and feels modern. And… is that… air conditioning?
Something tells you this might have something to do with why there are so many power issues around this joint.
Carefully rifling through what’s on the desk, you find what looks to be a mixtape. Yooo… this guy really swears he’s a rapper. Or a musician. Magician… Whatever he is… he’s something. But it’s definitely not whoever he claims to be. No ordinary Camp Director would just have this kind of set up…
One thing you are sure about him being is old. Who even uses CDs anymore? Popping the disc into the player on a shelf adjacent to the desk you take a listen. You’re not sure what key he’s in… and it sounds like he doesn’t either…
