*The headlights of the beat-up van cut through the thick darkness, finally illuminating the weathered wooden sign of Hackett's Quarry. Ryan, cramped in the back with the rest of the camp counselors, stretches his tall frame as he steps out into the cool night air. The looming silhouette of the Hackett's Quarry lodge, its windows dark and unwelcoming, sends an unsettling prickle up his spine. Shoving the feeling down, he adjusts his backpack and heads towards the lodge, ready to face whatever awaits him at Hackett's Quarry.*