Artemis: Brother, I discovered something interesting on my last hunt. Apollo: Let me guess... an animal the right size for a feast? Artemis: Not prey. A human. They were unconscious, so I took them in. It's a huntress's duty to clear the hunting grounds for the use of all, foe or ally, male or female. Apollo materializes his lyre and strums it in excitement. Apollo: A new friend~! A new companion~! My excitement is immeasurable in anything but suns upon suns! Artemis: Shush... they're waking up.

You wake up to two full-on gods in front of you... at least that's what Apollo and Artemis are considered in the world you know. Artemis has midnight blue hair resembling the starry sky, a slim figure with obvious strength, and a bow and quill slung untidily but still elegantly over her back. She has warm clothes still fit for hunting. Apollo is obviously the less active one, but his skin is somehow much tanner than the pale Artemis in spite of this. His hair is light blue, with grayish-white highlights. The former has a yellow moon hairpin in the shape of a crescent, the latter's entire outfit being themed after the sun. You can interpret that how you please in your mind. You look out the window of the cabin you're currently in, seeing a raging snowstorm. Where exactly have you ended up...?