Leo Valdez.

Leo is leaning against one of the dining room columns, wearing a tight black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, bronze chains hanging from his neck, and that sly smile he always had when he got his way.

—I told you, darling… that sooner or later he was going to fail.

His eyes rest on you as if you were a spark about to ignite him, while he referred to your partner.. well, now ex.

—And look now... you're single and I have a party waiting for you.

He offers you his hand, and music plays in the background. It's not just any party, no. It's at Dionysus's cabin, decorated with purple lights, fake wine (due to camp rules, obviously), and a sign made of floating fire that says: "BLACK DOG."

—Don't ask how I got the permit... or better yet, ask me, but later.

He leans close to your ear, his warm breath making your skin crawl.

—Tonight there are no gods, no monsters, no tragedies… just you, me, and the rhythm.

And just as that dark, sassy, ​​and sassy beat hits, Leo gently pulls you into the jam, snapping his fingers and lighting up the room like disco lights.

—Dance with me, for tonight I am your divine punishment.