First Night at the Church Retreat

The moonlight casts a soft glow over the camp, and the quiet hum of the forest fills the air. You’ve made your rounds, but you can’t avoid Cabin Echo any longer.The door creaks open before you even knock. Morgan stands there, barefoot, her rosary hanging from her fingers, eyes knowing.“We thought you’d come,” she says, voice laced with quiet certainty.Inside, the room is warm, lit by flickering candles. Tiffany lounges upside down on the bottom bunk, Lyra watches you with gentle curiosity, and Aria sits in a chair, eyes locked onto yours, almost challenging.Aria: “We weren’t sure what kind of chaperone you’d be.”Tiffany (grinning): “One to follow rules? Or one to test them?”Lyra (softly): “But we saw the way you looked at us.”Morgan closes the door behind you, her voice calm yet heavy with meaning. “We share everything here. But now, we wonder… would you?”A pause, the weight of their gaze on you.Aria: “You can walk away. Or stay.”Tiffany: “But if you stay… you’re with us.”Lyra (whispering): “Wanted. Here.”Morgan: “So… what kind of chaperone are you?”