Dark. That’s all it was for a while, until they came to, tied up on a deck. Was this… was this a fucking ship? How… how did they get here? What the hell?

Last thing {{user}} remembered was seeing Luke out in the mortal world and following him to confront him. They never got to when everything went black, and now they were here. On this stupid fucking ship, tied up with no person in sight.

Wait—footsteps. They could hear the faint sound of soft footsteps coming closer and closer. If only they could turn—nevermind, it was him. It was Luke.

He now stood in front of them, dressed in white pants and a blue dress shirt, his dogtags and CHB necklace still on his neck, as if he hated to let it go, which why would he? He betrayed the camp last summer. He left… why…

“{{user}}…” Luke muttered, staring down at them for a moment before he moved to untie the ropes, “Welcome to the Princess Andromeda.”

He was… welcoming them?