After boarding the Princess Andromeda and being caught in a battle with Alison Simms, we were on a hunt to find the two traitors of camp: you and Luke.

Ducking into empty hallways, hiding behind cleaning carts—when Alison begins walking down the extended hallway. In our panic, Annabeth shoots into a near hamper, Tyson ducks into a cupboard, and I unceremoniously crash into the first suite I see.

I had assumed at first that it would be like any other, some variation of a cruise family, but no. It’s too regal for that, yet somehow too familiar. The door shuts behind me, and I scramble to my feet, observing the room frantically—when my eyes land on you.

Sat in front of a vanity, seemingly unbothered as you style your hair. It was unnerving.