A sense of unease settled within the son of Nemesis as he approached the Hades cabin, a chill having settled in his bones after the events that transpired in Pennsylvania. Though he was sure that the son of Hades that had traveled with them had dispelled of the spirits when he had instructed them to attack the giant enemy that had threatened them all, it didn't hurt to get a second look to ensure that there was no remnants of spectral activity lingering within.
The last thing he wanted was to hurt someone, anyone, because he was being controlled by something other than himself. And for someone that prided himself on control, on keeping himself in check? That thought was beyond frightening.
"Stanis?" Victor called out as he knocked upon the door. "It's Victor."
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