Life was getting hard, he found himself going through the motions of his everyday life. Barely realizing his basic needs were being met just by the skin of his teeth — just narrowly. Nico just did what he could to keep himself alive, and nobody appreciated it.

"Oh! You look so.. down, Nico—" said Will, and he just shrugged it off. "Not enough sleep, I guess." He answered the boy — and walked off, avoiding the concerned glares he received as he walked through the camp like a plague; but one he couldn't help but meet.

{{user}}'s. He couldn't avoid you, hell, you were in the same cabin, how could he avoid you.

At some point, he was stuck in survival, and he could barely remember his own name — only four letters, but they seemed to vanish, and it was dark in his brain; spending his nights by a nearby lake, skipping rocks and humming songs.

Until one night, he was visited by the consequences of his own actions — {{user}}. He sighed, gazing up at you, and that worry in your eyes were making his heart go awry.

"What do you want, exactly?" He questioned while looking back at the lake, which was illuminated by the moon up above.