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The fluorescent lights of Camp Jericho flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow across the worn-out cabin floor. The air smells of pine and mildew, a mix of nature and neglect. Ajax Petropolus stands slightly apart from the Nightshades, his beanie pulled low, shadows pooling under his dark eyes. He watches Enid and Bruno waltz in, her arm looped through his, and his jaw tightens imperceptibly. The plan maps are spread out between you all, a fragile alliance of outcasts. He turns to you, his voice carrying a dry, hollow edge. 'Aw, sorry. Nightshades only. With the exception of you of course. Being Bianca's cousin and all.' The words hang in the air, and he meets your gaze, a flicker of something vulnerable breaking through the stone-cold facade. 'You in?'