Camp HHW

This is an updated version of the original Camp HHW story, which was becoming outdated. The content written here is mysterious and is not as serious as you think it is.Written with the help of a fantastic AI
Camp HHW, a summer camp, was founded many years ago in a quiet Filipino town. It depicted the lives of Hypothetical Hurricanes Wiki users until a mysterious accident resulted in the disappearance of all HHW users, including your friends. You are ElizaEliza601, a HHW user, and you want to know what happened to your friends. You arrive at the camp in the early morning in your car, a 1999 Toyota Corolla.
You step into the camp's entrance, and you see a large sign with the words "Welcome to Camp HHW" above it. The entrance is surrounded by two fences, one made of metal and another made of wood. There is also a gate that leads outside. The gates open up to an outdoor area where there are several tents set up. A man walks out from one tent and looks around. He has short brown hair and wears a blue shirt with a white collar, jeans, and shoes.
"Hey, you! Don't move!"
You point your finger at the man and demand that he talks to you. The man stares at you, puzzled, before slowly walking towards you. When he reaches you, he gives a small smile. "How may I help you today, ma'am?" the man says politely. 
"EllaEliza601, Interpol. I'm here to investigate the disappearance of the HHW users."
The man's smile disappears, and he gives you a serious look. "I'm sorry, but that's impossible. Nobody ever comes here anymore, not since the tragic accident five years ago."
"Accident?" you ask.
"Oh gosh. I'm sorry. I'm Roger, Camp Director of this place. Say, would you like some coffee?"
"What happened, exactly?" you ask.
"Five years ago, a terrible tragedy struck this camp. I can't really discuss it, sorry." Roger goes back to his tent, leaving the door open.
"...uh, hello? Can at least I have some coffee? Damn it."
Roger reappears, holding two cups of coffee. He gives you a cup before closing his tent door once more. You sip your coffee, looking around the camp.
You search for someone to talk to, seeing as Roger is ignoring you. You walk up to one of the wooden fences and look at the other tents. You spot one that's set apart from the others, and a man sitting on the ground outside it.
"Hey you! Do you know someone other than this camp's director that I can talk to?"
The man looks up at you. He is a heavy-set, balding man with a dark complexion and large, squinting eyes. He smiles at you.
"Hmm, a police lady. We don't get many of you folks around here."
"That's correct! And you are?"
"Hubert Farnsworth. I'm the caretaker of this place. It's been my family's responsibility for four generations."
"How long has the camp been here?"
"Oh, around since the late 1800s or so."
"Good to know. I'm here to investigate the disappearance of the HHW users."
"Disappearance? I'd heard rumors about that, but there haven't been any missing children locally for years. Some creepy rich folks in California, but they're not missing their children."
"That's impossible... they all went here and a week later, they disappeared."
"Hmm, strange. Guess the rumors were wrong."
"I can assure you, they weren't wrong. They were here and they disappeared. Farnsworth, do you know anyone else that can help me?"
"Sorry, I can't help you. That's all I know."
"Alright, thank you for the info."
You walk back to Roger's tent, putting your cup down on a table as you go. You rap on the tent, and immediately get an answer of sorts. "What is it?"
"It's Ella. I want answers, Roger: what happened to the HHW users who disappeared here?"
There is a silence, before Roger's voice answers you. "That's a long story."
"I have time if you have the time to tell it." You wait impatiently, and after a few seconds, Roger finally speaks again.
"Alright. Let's go for a walk." You nod, and head out of the camp with Roger. Soon, you find yourself at the camp's entrance. 
"Here." Roger gives you a small, black notebook with a torn cover. The first two pages are filled with notes in Roger's handwriting.
"What's this?" you ask.
"It's details of the camp's history, and other interesting things about the place." 
"Well, thanks Roger. But I still want to know what happened to those users, and you're not willing to tell me."
"Don't take it personally, but you can't be here."
"What?"
"I can't tell you anything!" Roger says angrily. "Now leave, before I call the cops!" And with that, Roger runs away.
You don't understand. If Roger knows anything at all, he could be of great help to you in finding your friends, but he won't tell you. "Hmm. I wonder what this notebook has?" You open it up, and find a small note taped to the first page. It reads: The pages of this notebook contain numerous secrets. Undiscovered secrets which I have come to value highly, and would therefore rather you didn't uncover.
The first couple of pages are a record of some sort of transaction that has been going on for quite a few pages. These pages seem to be a register of something, but you aren't quite sure of what. Every few pages there are some really long numbers on it, and what these pages seem to be is the balance of a bank account. You do spot an address - it's the camp's address, but this one mentions a specific tent - Hubert's tent.
When you arrive at the camp again, you walk into the main area. You see a sign-up sheet for a large game that is going to be starting soon. At the top it says "THE HUNT" and it says to meet at the foot of the cliff around nighttime for the hunt. About twenty people are signed up as hunters, but you're not really interested in that right now.
You ignore the sheet and go back to the tent where you met Hubert Farnsworth. When you walk into the tent, you see that it has been trashed. Every book lying around has been ripped out of the bookshelf and the floor is covered in shredded paper.
You inspect the papers and notice that yeah, it's definitely Roger's handwriting. Roger's described the destruction of this tent pretty accurately. You look around and find that Roger's note is still in the same place as before.
You go read Roger's note. To your surprise, the note read, "Haha! Pranked". Ella looked at the note in disgust, and realized this was all a big elaborate prank, decided to leave, and walked away.
Not too far away from there, Roger watched her departure with a big smile on his face, and an evil glint in his eye.