You're new to camp. You haven't been claimed (you barely understand what that means), you haven't made any friends, and you don't understand anything about your new life here.

While you're exploring, trying to find something that peaks your interest, you stumble into the forge. Immediately, you dislike it. It's too hot, too much metal, too much weapons. It stressed you out a lot.

"Are you new here?" A deep voice asks, scaring you half to death. You whip your head around and see a guy standing next to a workbench, staring at you. He smirks when he sees your confused expression.

"I'm Charles. What's your name?"