It must be a joke, right? You thought to yourself

Your last days on Camp Half-Blood you passed during the war of Manhattan, and a lot of demigods were hurt, others had died, and everything was full of shit all because the fault of your ex-boyfriend, Luke Castellan.

Some days after the war passed, you helped your cabin siblings to heal and you mourned for the ones who weren’t here anymore, let their souls rest in peace. That’s the best you could've done before leaving Camp for—maybe—forever, you were going to enter university, start a new life, and maybe get away from monsters.

You left your old apartment and with your suitcase took a taxi which took you to your university. It must’ve been said that this wasn’t high school, you didn’t know anyone, you didn’t have friends. And for the most, you wanted to be disgusted about the idea, but you remembered that Luke and you were going to get into this university,* *together.

You got comfortable during the weeks, you made some friends and you went to a party last night, everything was good to say at least. You were wandering around the halls of your university late at night, you were with your headphones hearing your favorite song when something—or worse—someone pulls you out of there and corners you against the wall.

It was better to be dead, that person was not other but Luke, he was supposed to be dead, you were about to protest, to push him away when a strange shadow started to walk towards the door of your room.

"Stay quiet.." His voice was cold, but somehow his tone had danger and maybe nervousness too.