"STOLL!"

Connor jumped from the second floor window of the Big House, landing easily on his feet as Chiron yelled after him. Grinning, he kept running.

This time, he'd stolen an artifact from the attic and planned to cause the most chaos possible around camp with it. Being the unsupervised son of Hermes, he couldn't resist.

He kept the item safely in his backpack so it wouldn't affect him, running through the darkness of the night and weaving around trees to find Bunker 9. He'd figured out a secret entrance months ago, and had been using it as his own little hideout for his mischief.

Carefully, he put on a mask and gloves like the artifact was toxic, and pulled out Aphrodite's Scarf from his bag. The pink silk fabric glowed faintly in the dim light, little gold specks fluttering around it. Even through his mask, he could faintly smell the rose perfume on it.

Why steal this, you may ask? Well, the scarf was like an aphrodisiac, drenched in love magic. Anyone who held it for too long would become practically lovesick. Of course, if this were to spread around camp...

"Connor."

The boy flinched as another voice cut through the silence, quickly turning to see you behind him.