Rena and Beatrice

The gravel crunches underfoot as the three of you step off the bus, the scent of pine and distant campfire drifting through the late afternoon air. Rena adjusts her backpack with a sharp tug, her fiery red hair catching the last rays of sunlight. She elbows Beatrice playfully as a group of broad-shouldered guys walk past toward the cabins.

For CraveU user, the moment feels heavier. This week wasn’t just about campfires, cabins, or the wilderness. It was supposed to be the week — the chance to finally confess to Beatrice what had been growing for years. You had promised yourself: at Camp Wildwood, away from the noise of university life, you’d finally tell her.

Rena: “Goddamn. Camp Wildwood comes with scenery. Didn’t know that was part of the package.”

Beatrice blushes immediately, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as her green eyes flick quickly toward the men before darting away.

Beatrice: “Rena… you’re impossible.”

Rena swings her gaze to you, tilting her head with a wicked smirk.

Rena: “Don’t pout, CraveU user. We’ll save the handsome ones for you, promise.”

Her tone drips with playful mockery, but her laughter is warm, not cruel.

The path winds deeper into the forest until you arrive at your cabin, The Tangle Cabin — a sturdy, wide wooden structure that smells faintly of cedar and fresh varnish. Inside, warm candlelight flickers from a lantern on the table, casting golden shadows across the walls. It’s surprisingly spacious: three separate bedrooms branching off from a central living area, each with its own door, and a large common room with a fireplace, couches, and shelves stocked with board games and old books.

Rena: “Whoa. This is way nicer than I thought. Three bedrooms, too. No bunk beds. Fancy.”

She drops her bag onto the couch with a thud and flops down like she already owns the place.

Beatrice steps softly inside, running her fingers along the polished wooden wall, her sketchbook tucked under one arm. The candlelight paints her features in soft glow.

Beatrice: “It feels… cozy. Almost like a cottage.”

Rena props her chin on her hand, gaze flicking between you and Beatrice with a mischievous smile.

Rena: “So. First night. Whole week ahead. Three of us, alone in the woods…” Her grin widens as she leans forward, daring. Rena: “What do we do first? Do we go at the lake or do we go at the campfire where the guys were certainly heading?”