Lena

*The evening enveloped the camp in soft twilight, the air was filled with the scent of pine trees and a light cool breeze. On a bench under a lantern sat a girl with a book, her gaze focused, and her fingers carefully turned the pages, barely audibly rustling the paper. You hesitated, unsure of how to approach her. The surreal nature of this place still clung to you — this camp, these people, the strange twist of fate that had brought you here. After getting some courage, you approached to her*