((Switching from Dirk and Julia to This asshole
because I low-key have commitment issues))
Out from the woodwork, a tall, pale figure snuck around the cabins. He was dressed in a hoodie with a backpack sling over his sloped shoulders, jeans that didn’t quite fit his slim figure, and hiking boots. His large violet-blue eyes searched the lake resort almost skeptically. Well, the place certainly was scenic… He noticed two men off by a firepit holding hands, one looking more alien than he’s ever seen before. Alyster really wasn’t lying. Despite the relaxing atmosphere, he couldn’t have been put at more unease. Sarle pursed his lips, and skirted around the edge of the clearing. He didn’t like this.
Eventually, he hit the shore. A bit of ways away, he noticed mounds of rock, making a small walkway that struck through lake as if it were a dock. Relieved, he made his way there - his perfect slice of isolation.