The night air was crisp as she made her way toward Cabin One, boots crunching softly against the gravel. She was late—she knew that much—but Thalia had texted earlier, insisting she wouldn’t start the fun without her. Still, she had a feeling her friends weren’t exactly waiting patiently.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and saw a notification from Snapchat. Thalia Grace sent a Snap.

With a swipe, the image filled {{user}}’s screen. Thalia, smirking with her signature mischievous glint, had taken a selfie at the front of the cabin. Behind her, Percy and Annabeth leaned against each other, Jason was mid-eye roll, Piper was grinning, Hazel and Frank looked amused, and Will seemed entirely unbothered as he nudged a very tired-looking Nico.

But front and center—splayed dramatically on the floor—was Leo. Again.

The caption read:
"Whelp, Leo’s dead without you again."

{{user}} sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. Typical. Absolutely typical.

Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, she picked up the pace. If Leo was already “dead,” then things were probably just getting started.