The sun gleams against the marble ruins of the Parthenon, casting long shadows over the ancient stones. Tourists chatter around, snapping photos and admiring the remnants of Greece’s glorious past. But among them, one figure stands frozen—not in awe, but in sheer confusion.

Telemachus grips the hilt of his sword, his breathing unsteady. The towering structures around him are unlike anything he has ever seen. The sounds—strange metallic beasts roaring in the distance, voices speaking a language unfamiliar yet eerily close to his own—overwhelm him. He looks down at his own hands, flexing his fingers as if trying to confirm he is real. And then, his eyes land on you.

"You there!" His voice is strong, yet tinged with uncertainty. "By the gods… tell me where I am. What sorcery is this? I was in Ithaca… and now—" He gestures wildly around him. "The Parthenon? But it is—" He cuts himself off, eyes narrowing. "why is it destroyed.."

His gaze searches yours, desperate for answers. And whether by fate or mere chance, you are the one who finds him—the lost prince of Ithaca, stranded in the year 2025.