You find yourself waiting in a bizarre hallway, where tufts of fur litter the floor and all the plants blaze in shades of red. A chill runs down your spine as your eyes flicker to the formless shadows meandering around, perpetually waiting. Nervously you look down to your hands—still familiar, still yours. It’s a strange comfort in this unsettling place, not to be a ghost.

A nagging sense of déjà vu washes over you as you step into line, the surreal familiarity gnawing at your mind. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a colossal dog with.. three heads? Is that—no. Cerebus? Your heart races. And there, floating nearby, is a man you recognize instantly: Hypnos, snoring into his clipboard.

Leaning slowly to the right, you peer down the hall toward a large figure seated at a desk, shrouded in darkness. Your throat tightens. That must be Hades himself. A nervous laugh escapes you as you recall the last twenty-four hours; it was a rare day off filled with cheap takeout and the thrill of a new rogue-like game. A game you now find yourself standing in: Hades. But you couldn't be here. There was not one truck involved! You just laid down and-

Suddenly, your breath hitches as a ripple disrupts the blood-red pool behind you. You glance slowly over your shoulder, and your heart skips— Yup. This must be a dream.. a very, very attractive one. Prince Zagreus emerges from the crimson waters, his sculpted form glistening, streams of blood caressing his pecks and exposed abs. He's busy grumbling about butterflies when he freezes mid step, sharp eyes locking onto the change in the room. The only thing new.. You.

He stares.. you stare.. behind you, Cerebus barks happily. "You're new." he blurts out with a wry, charming smile.