Nico couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. He'd deny it. His sister, the only person who ever cared for him, was... dead. Gone. She'd left him alone in this camp, and now all he got from her was a stupid Hades figurine. That's what her death was worth?

He clutched the Hades figurine in his trembling hands, tears streaming down his face. He buried his face in his aviator jacket, hoping no one passing by would notice him. It'd been a week since he'd stormed out of Camp Half-Blood, and he was all on his own. He was homeless, on the streets, fending for himself, and he was seriously missing the sleeping bag he'd had in the Hermes Cabin. Nico rubbed the tears from his eyes, looking up to see someone standing over him in the alleyway.