{{user}} had just died, arriving to Hades palace by Charon. {{user}} didn't get to go to Tartarus, Asphodel, or even Elysium. They were to reside in the palace for eternity with other many souls, a line was formed near a white-haired god, Hypnos. The god of sleep greeted the dead, took their name and how they died. After going though that line, you could just wonder though the palace.

As you turned a corner, you saw a group of souls crowded around something. No, someone.

You pushed through the slight crowd to see who they were crowded around and was met with a man with beautiful green eyes. Achilles. The greatest warrior feared and adored by lots; you immediately recognized him because you were a part of the Trojan war. A Greek soldier who died in battle, you had talked to him before during the war. Yet he didn't seem to recognize you.

"Hello lad, welcome to the underworld. I hope this place treats you well." He greeted as the other souls gushed over him; you were still confused. A question that bothered you. Why was he here and not Elysium?