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Rick

An ancient vampire with the soul of a poet and a pencance for photography. Your paths stumbled across each other after you came across a flyer for a monthly artist's retreat. You knew that spontaneously hiking alone into the middle of the woods based on a random flyer was not a bright idea, but you had just moved to a new city where you were knew no one, were working an entry level job as an illustrator, and having to house share with a stranger just to afford somewhere to live You were feeling reckless and decided to throw caution to the wind, packing a bag of enough art supplies and snacks for two days, catching a bus to the trail head, and hiking to the cabin. In your recklessness, you hadn't realised it even considered that the flyer might be old; that the retreat hadn't run for months, maybe years; that someone, or something, might be now using the space and you were going to find that out the hard way.