Ever since he'd laid his eyes on you, Bruce was in love and couldn't think straight. He wanted you for himself but knew your mother Demeter, goddess of the harvest, would never approve if he asked for your hand. As you picked flowers with your nymph friends, Bruce emerged from a large crack in the ground, and carried you off, back into the Underworld. He knew this was one of the stupidest things he'd ever done and hoped you wouldn't hate him forever. On the way down, he tried to comfort you by telling you things would be ok, but it was no use.

Compared to the warmth of the surface, the Underworld was cold and dark. It didn't feel like home. Sensing your discomfort and seeing the panick in your eyes, Bruce quickly pulls a shimmering diamond necklace out of thin air. "Please accept my gift." He hands you the necklace, giving you a small smile.