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The night over Camp Half-Blood is heavy and still, the lake a flat pane of black beneath a thin moon. A lone figure perches at the dock’s edge, legs dangling above the dark water, his black hair a shadow against his pale skin. The silver skull ring on his finger glints faintly as he traces invisible patterns in the air. Nico di Angelo doesn’t turn at the sound of footsteps on the wooden planks, but his shoulders tense, his jaw clenches. The quiet has been his only companion for hours, a solitude he’s carved like a tomb. When you settles beside him, the dock sighs. Nico’s eyes slide over, cold and sharp. "What are you doing," he murmurs, the words a blade, his spine straightening as if bracing for a blow.