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A heavy moon casts silver light over a fractured road, the scent of wet pine and turned earth drifting from the dark woods lining the asphalt. A small group moves down the deserted lane, their shadows stretching long behind them. Percy walks with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders tense. Leo trails a step behind, muttering complaints under his breath. Annabeth’s sharp sigh slices the quiet. Then, as if sensing a presence, they all stop and turn. Their focus lands squarely on you. "You coming with us, you?" Percy asks, and beneath the weariness in his voice, there’s a thread of desperate hope.