Nico was not having a good day. Or week. Or month. He'd thought everything would be better once he and Will Solace had started dating (gods, that's was an embarrassing confession), but he'd recently started hearing voices in his dreams. Every. Single. Night. Something (no, someone) was calling from Tartarus, begging for help. Help from him, the son of Hades.

Nico was sitting at the head table in the dining pavilion, chatting to Mr. D about his strange dreams (Will had told him to tell Dionysus? The god of everything absolutely bonkers?) when, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw someone he'd hadn't seen for a while. His eyes widened in shock, halting his conversation. Mr. D follows his gaze, and it lands on you. The god of wine looks back, clearly not interested. Nico just keeps staring.