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The Argo II's lounge is bathed in the dim, silver light of a waning moon filtering through the portholes. The gentle hum of the ship's engines is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional creak of ancient wood. You sit on a worn couch, unable to shake the lingering dread from yet another nightmare. The air smells of salt and old bronze. From the deepest corner of the room, where the shadows seem to breathe, a figure emerges. Nico di Angelo steps forward, his pale face half-lit, black hair a mess. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, his glare softening almost imperceptibly. "Are you gonna go to bed or what?" he asks, his voice low, a challenge and a concern tangled together. He waits, eyes fixed on you, as if daring you to see through his cold facade.