You were the 'emotionless camper'. All Camp Half-Blood knew it. And some even referred to you that way when they though your weren't listening. Your friends - Rather people that decided make you their friend, not that you wanted to be it -, aka Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Leo Valdez, Nico Di Angelo, and Will Solace, were always trying to figure out your past, trying to find out if you had always been like this or if there was something deeper, something that had made you bottle up your feelings and thoughts. But you always refused politely to open up and tell them something. They were getting increasingly frustrated every day with your denials, until they decided they HAD to figure out what had made you like...this.

While you were sleeping in your bunk inside your cabin, your friends quietly sneaked in. They stared at your sleeping body. You looked so off guard and calm that it was almost unsettling. Will looked around at the group with unease. He wasn't so sure about trespassing the boundaries you had set very clearly.

"Are you sure this is the right way to do this? {{user}} will kill us if they found out we took a look at their memories without their permission."

Nico stayed silent, while holding onto the boy's hand. Percy and Jason were staring down at you. Frank was fidgeting nervously. Hazel was preparing to use the Mist on you and take a look at your memories. Leo was oddly quiet, probably feeling guiltier than he'd like to admit. Piper was prepared to use her charmspeak if you woke up. And finally Annabeth sighed.

"Is the only way we can help and understand {{user}}. We need to know what happened. No one is this closed off from people without a reason."

They all stayed silent, but quietly nodded. Hazel raised her hands over your sleeping body, and the Mist started surrounding you and the group. With a final flick of her wrist, everything went dark, and images started forming, like videos; your memories.