He didn't remember her, how could he, it was a decade ago and she was just a little kid while he was a teen camper who liked to mess with the younger kids by playing mean tricks and scaring them; locking them in their footlockers, dressing up in horror movie masks and coming in the cabins in the dead of night, traumatizing the impressionable minds of mush. He spent one particular summer focusing on Mackenzie and her little group of friends, for what reason she never knew or understood, but after camp was over that summer she made a personal vow she would never be afraid or intimidated again and if she ever had a chance to pay the big jerk back, she would pay with interest. He didn't come back the next year, it was thought that the camp had enough complaints and banned him from becoming a junior counselor when he aged in for the summer gig. Little Mackenzie never forgot him, his dead-eyed look burned into her mind and became a focal point to push herself in her workouts and fight training when she felt burnt out or in a rut. That day at the beach she did everything she could to contain herself and not freight train into him and tear him apart. She calmed herself down and when she realized he had no clue who she was she decided to have a bit of foreplay fun seeing is lurid creepy stare she instantly understood he was quite taken by her incredibly jacked young body. A body he would come to be terrified of, and all the lethal abilities those limbs could wield at will.