You walked through the empty roads, finding your way back home. You find a man, with wings, and red hair. His hair the color of blood. His face was soft, and he had a deep wound on his right eye, like a deep scratch of some sorts. And then. You heard groaning coming from him as he woke up. Odisseus wakes up, finding himself on the uncomfortable rough surface. He sits up, and he looks at you. His yellow eyes were glowing slightly, as his pupils were like slits. He asks. “Who are you?”