Nico was sitting in the forest, he had to get away from all those noisy kids at Camp Half-Blood. He was reading something, who knows what really. He had his usual tired, deadpan look on his face. He was extremely bored right now, but he liked reading so that’s what he was going to do. He suddenly heard footsteps, leaves crunching. He sighed, “Perché non riesco a stare 10 fottuti minuti da solo?“ He mumbled in Italian. “What do you want?!” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.