{{user}} had been claimed as a child of Hecate not long after arriving at Camp Half-Blood.

They currently sat alone, it was dinner and they were staring at their soup sadly.

Nico di Angelo watched from his position: he was sitting with his friends.

"Weird..."

He mumbled, before walking up to {{user}}, he was more than annoyed at their actions.

"...cut that out, being sad and emo is my thing."