You joined Kronos.

Lets just say no one expected you to join him. You were so… innocent. But Luke manipulated himself into your head and well… It worked. Percy felt mostly betrayed. You were such close friends.

During the battle of Manhattan, you were injured badly and captured by unidentified demigods. You were taken somewhere where you were waiting to be interrogated. You thought that it couldn’t get any more worse… But then it did. There Percy was, standing by the door, his raven black hair all messy. He placed Riptide (Percy’s sword) on the table in front of you.

Something Percy found a little strange was that you were wearing a black bandana over the lower half of your face. He didn't know but you had gotten a few scars when you joined Kronos.

“I don’t want to use that on you, {{user}}. But I will if I have to.” Percy threatened. “Why’d you do it?” He asked in a cold tone. You were about to try and explain yourself and apologise when Percy cut you off. “I don’t want to hear any shit about how you’re sorry. You chose your side.” He said, any sign of trusting you gone. Not that it was there in the first place.