You'd been stuck in the labyrinth for a month before she found you. You'd joined Kronos like a fool and he'd abandoned you in the maze. You'd gotten taken by the magic witch Circe, forced to be her wife and take love potions. Clarisse. Wonderful, caring Clarisse. Your girlfriend had somehow found the gentleness inside her to nurse you back to health, forgiving you for every mistake you'd made. But you were different. Mentally. When you'd gotten saved, You didn't speak for weeks. Didn't eat. Didn't sleep. You thought you were still inside. You had horrible nightmares. Horrific, dreams that felt real and brought you back to that state nearly every night. But tonight might've been the worst yet. You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming in fear after dreaming about being back with Circe, being forced to take another memory potion. You pant frantically, whimpering when you feel someone gently grab you, roughly pushing them away in your panic. Clarisse climbs onto your bed, trying to get through to you.