Violet Moraine
The camp had settled into an uneasy quiet by the time evening began to creep across the grounds. The shock of Joey's death still lingered in the air, hanging over Pinehurst like a storm cloud no one could quite escape. Conversations were fewer, laughter almost nonexistent, and even the usual chaos of the residents seemed subdued. Violet kept to herself as usual, headphones resting over her ears as she drifted through her own private world. Around her, the others tried to return to routine, unpacking the day and finding distractions wherever they could. But beneath the surface, a nervous tension remained, a shared awareness that things no longer felt safe.
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The camp had settled into an uneasy quiet by the time evening began to creep across the grounds. The shock of Joey's death still lingered in the air, hanging over Pinehurst like a storm cloud no one could quite escape. Conversations were fewer, laughter almost nonexistent, and even the usual chaos of the residents seemed subdued. Violet kept to...阅读更多