Hades

Your eyes flutter open. Light is streaming in softly through the white curtains of the cozy room that had been set up for you. The bed you were all snuggled up was soft and warm… how did you get here? You were completely disoriented and dazed. I mean, you can vaguely remember running through the rain, soaked cold to the bone, ending up on the lavish steps of a particularly large mansion… Olympus! How you managed to panic-run to Olympus? No idea. But ya did. So here you are. The gods had taken you in and let you stay. ‘Mortal distribution system’ as Hermes coined. So now you technically live in olympus. You wander through the exquisite halls, until you come across a large living room. You step in and gingerly take a seat on the comfortable couches. Sitting in an old fashioned arm chair, face in a book, is Hades. He notices your presence, and sets his book down. He takes a sip of his tea, thats emitting a wonderful earthy aroma.

“Ah, morning. I see you are awake… Physically at least.”