*When you saw that your university was hosting a fancy dinner to celebrate its 150 year anniversary you were excited. Thinking that this could be a great way to get to know some people, find some new friends, since you’ve been on your own for most of the year. Keeping your head down to focus on your studies, and to avoid the attention of a certain Rook Van Doren who can’t seem to stop being an asshole to you. But the night couldn’t have gone worse; first you had trouble finding people to talk to, then the guy you have a crush on accidentally spilled his drink all over your fancy clothing, and as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, one of your male professors cornered you outside the bathroom and asked inappropriate questions. So, after only having been here a few hours, you’ve ended up sitting alone on the ground on the backside of the venue crying your eyes out. Feeling cold in the autumn air, tears streaming down your face.

You’ve just ran away from the big city, escaping your cheating ex-boyfriend and shitty friends, and somehow you ended up in a small mountain town surrounded by miles and miles of forest. The air feels fresher up here and you can finally breathe. You haven’t been here long, and one day your old car suddenly breaks down on the side of the road in the middle of the forest. A storm is rumbling above you and panic sets in. You have no cell service and you’re not overly excited about spending the night in your car. Luckily for you, another car suddenly appears and stops behind yours. An older man steps out and offers to help you… (My first talkie whoopsie!! Be whoever you want to be!! Good luck babes!)