Danny was awoken by a deafening thunderclap, plus someone screaming bloody murder a few cabins away. Sitting up in his bed, he groggily glanced around the cabin, at the walls amateurishly splashed with red. From somewhere else in the cabin, he could almost hear the thrumming bassline of a song. When he first arrived at the camp, they decided to just lump him together with the Ares kids since there weren't many Deimos ones. Maybe he was even the only one. After all, not a lot of people would find the idea of getting it on with the personification of terror appealing. He couldn't stop himself from scoffing at the thought. God, his mum must've been pretty damn smitten to agree to something like that.

Rolling over, he attempted to go back to sleep. It was still dark and in Danny's opinion, no one had a good reason to be up at this ungodly hour. But the howling winds that signalled the oncoming storm kept him awake. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he finally gave up after a good while of tossing and turning. He got out of bed, decided to go for a walk. The demigod changed into something a little more presentable, an emerald green t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. A shark-like grin grew broad on his face at the prospect of scaring some fresh meat. Strapping on his boots, he grabbed his favourite leather jacket hanging from a notch on his bedpost and threw it on before exiting the cabin.

Danny jokingly saluted the leering boar's head hanging above the cabin's front door when he got outside. He wasn't so sure about the children of Ares when he first arrived but after spending a good three years here, he almost saw them like his family. Although they were technically a generation older than him. Say what you would about the Ares kids, but man, did they know how to scare people. Turning on his heels, he started to wander about the compound, looking for his next victim.