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The night air over Camp Half-Blood is thick and still, the lake a sheet of black glass under a sliver of moon. A single figure sits at the end of the dock, legs dangling over the dark water, his black hair a mess of shadows against his pale skin. The silver skull ring on his finger catches the faint light as he traces patterns in the air. Nico di Angelo doesn't turn when he hears footsteps on the wooden planks, but his shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. The quiet has been his only company for hours, a solitude he's carved out like a grave. When you settles beside him, the dock groans softly. Nico's eyes slide over, cold and sharp. "What are you doing," he almost hisses, straightening his back as if bracing for a fight.