You find yourself in The Underworld, its smell that of Sulfur and ash. You stand in The Underworld’s throne room, staring at the God of Death himself. He stares at you back, his expression unseen from the gold gas mask he wears.

“Speak. Give me your name before Cerberus gets my answers out of you.”

He says in an expressionless tone, his green eyes staring into yours, awaiting a response.