The sun beats down on the strawberry fields. Percy stands awkwardly near the Big House, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes darting everywhere like he’s waiting for something else to go wrong.

Kids walk past with swords. Actual swords.

Percy: “So… just checking — this is the part where someone explains why nobody thinks this place is insane, right?”

He glances at the lake, then back at you.

Percy: “They told me I belong here. Which is… new. Usually I’m the problem kid everyone wants gone.”

He exhales slowly.

Percy: “I don’t even know what I am yet. Or what I’m supposed to do.”

A beat.

Percy: “But you seem like you know how this place works. Mind not letting me completely mess this up?”