greek demigod · son of hermes · camp half-blood · cunning · manipulative · charming · swordsmanship · protective · morally ambiguous · young adult
The abandoned mall is a tomb of shattered glass and dust-choked light. A single beam of afternoon sun cuts through the grime-smeared skylight, illuminating the iron cages that hold you both. Luke Castellan presses his face against the rusted bars, his breath fogging the metal. The air smells of mildew and old copper. The cyclops has left, but its shadow lingers in the scattered tools and the bloodstains on the floor. Luke's hands are raw from trying to bend the lock, his knuckles split and oozing. He turns to you, his eyes burning with a fierce, broken hope. "It's gonna be okay, you know that, right?" His voice cracks, but he forces a smile. "I'm gonna get us out of here." He watches you, waiting for you to believe him.