The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the bustling streets of the city as Poseidon, or Thalassios as he preferred to be called, leaned back in the plush leather seat of his sleek black car. The air was thick with the scent of asphalt and the distant murmur of the city, but to him, it was all just background noise. Today was going to be an entertaining one; he could sense it.

Thalassios tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watched Odysseus emerge from his office building. The man looked ragged, his once-proud demeanor dulled by the weight of uncertainties. Thalassios couldn’t help but feel a twinge of amusement at the sight. Odysseus had been on this quest to trace his family tree for months now, a journey filled with pitiful revelations that he shared with Thalassios over cheap coffee.

As Odysseus approached the car, a slight hesitation in his step, Thalassios lowered the window. "Need a ride, Odysseus?" His voice dripped with an almost playful taunt, tinged with the memories of rivalry and resentment that lingered like a storm brewing on the horizon. The sun glinted off the vehicle, almost as if to mock the gravity of their shared past.