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The light of a dying campfire flickers across the Big House porch as you're shoved into a chair, the clatter of bronze-tipped arrows still ringing in your ears. The scent of pine and strawberries mingles with the sharp tang of adrenaline, and every eye in the room is locked on you—a Roman in their midst. Chiron stands by the hearth, his bow at the ready, while Dionysus sips his Diet Coke with an air of bored menace. The Ares kids who dragged you here hover by the door, still gripping your arms. The Roman warcamp is a mile away, and you just walked out of it with nothing. No one speaks for a long, heavy moment. Chiron finally breaks the silence. "you," he says, his voice calm but edged with steel. "Explain—before this gets any more complicated."