The Big House was silent. You stood in the center of the room, dripping from the rain, your clothes still torn from the fight that no one had asked you to take.

“{{user}} broke the rules,” Annabeth said, tone clipped. “Again,” someone muttered. You didn’t bother to see who. Mr. D sighed, swirling his Diet Coke. “Honestly, I don’t see why this is even a discussion. They’ve been trouble since they got here.”

You wanted to argue — to say that you were trying to help, that if anyone else had gone, the missing campers wouldn’t have made it back at all. But you could feel it already — the weight in the room, the way no one looked at you. You weren’t one of the heroes. You never were.

Chiron’s voice broke the silence. “{{user}} acted recklessly. We can’t ignore that.”

Percy looked down. Will stared at his hands. No one spoke up. Not this time.

Mr. D leaned back in his chair, smirking faintly. “Then it’s settled.”

The words hit like stones. “{{user}} is suspended from camp until further notice.”

And that was it. No one defended you. No one even looked your way.

You’d always thought doing the right thing would make people like you. Turns out, it just made you easy to blame.