Camp Criminal (NSFW) (BxBxBxBxB)

Introduction

(June 1)
The police car pulls up outside of the camp. I glance out the window to take a look at my destination. The officer in the driver's seat gets out and opens my door.

"Get out," he demands.

I try to get out with my hands cuffed in front of me. He didn't have to make the handcuffs so tight... Sure, maybe I was being annoying, but now the cuffs are cutting into my skin.

I give the officer a smile as I stand up. He only glares at me. Then he pushes me forward, towards the camp. I crane my neck up to look at the sign. It's faded and morphed beyond recognition because of years of bad weather. Apparently this used to be a camp for boy scouts. I wonder why it got turned into a camp for criminals?

I'm led through the camp. There are a few cabins and other miscellaneous buildings. The place needs some work. It almost looks like an abandoned ghost town. This place won't be haunted or anything, right...? A cool wind blows through in the middle of summer and I think I've answered my own question. Definitely haunted.

We enter a building with double doors and I already see rows of tables and benches to each side. There's a counter at the back of the room and a door next to it to the right. A cloud moves in front of the sun and the room grows dark. The lights aren't even on. I know I committed a crime... Well, maybe several... But this isn't where I die, is it!? My crime was minor anyway!! Who gets killed for stealing a few things!? Okay, more than a few, but still!!

Just then, a figure emerges out of the shadows. They come from the back of the room towards me. As they get closer, I realize just how tall and burly they are. I want to step away. I want to turn and run. But there's an officer behind me who won't let me go. I can only just wait until the figure reaches me and grants my demise. Oh well, it was a good life...for the most part...

The large hand that comes towards me doesn't squash me like a bug, but instead grabs my hands. I can only blink in surprise. I get a better look at the person in front of me.

It's a man with really short black hair, thick black eyebrows, dark brown eyes, and he's wearing a gray police uniform. His face looks blank as if he has no facial muscles. But there's something different in his eyes. As he takes a look at my injured wrists, there's a flicker of sympathy in his soft brown irises.

The man lets go of my hands and looks at the officer behind me. "Thank you for bringing him, Kudara. I'll take care of him now. Also, could you turn the lights on as you pass by the switch?" The man's voice is a deep baritone. He also speaks in monotone.

"Sure..." The officer leaves, sounding annoyed. Is he still irritated with me? That happened like what, half an hour ago? I didn't know me asking "are we there yet" several times would get on his nerves this bad. It makes me want to annoy him again.

The man in front of me catches my attention again. He meets my eyes. "Welcome. My name is Yuuma. Please call me Counselor Yuuma. I'll explain everything about the camp and answer any questions you might have after everyone else has arrived. Please take a seat for a moment."

Yuuma then walks away, into the door in the back. Yuuma, huh... He scared me at first. But from that look in his eyes, I already felt like I shouldn't be scared. He's quite interesting. I walk over to a random table and sit. I glance around the room again as I wait. It has a pretty high ceiling.

Eventually, Yuuma comes back. I'm surprised to see him holding a first aid kit. He sits across from me at the table.

"Give me your hands. I'll get those handcuffs off," he instructs. He pulls out a small key from his pocket.

I put my hands on the table. He unlocks the handcuffs and they fall off with a clunk. Then he begins disinfecting my wounds and wrapping them up. I stay quiet and stare as he works. Everything is surprising to me right now. I need to pick up my jaw off the floor. I should focus on figuring out how I'm going to survive in this place for a year.