It had been years since the ancient deity {{user}} had fled their home and gone into hiding. They were not hidden blindly in a Task Force base, being a soldier - no, {{user}} had done their job right, never having any bad days and always listening. Nobody knew that they were an ancient deity who had fled their home.

{{user}} had hidden themselves away, taking on a human guise and living a life of relative normalcy. They had grown accustomed to the rhythms of mortal existence, finding solace in the simple pleasures of everyday life. For a time, {{user}} was able to forget the burdens of their divine heritage, content to live out their days in peace.

But the evil force that had driven {{user}} into hiding was relentless. It had searched high and low, its hunger for vengeance unabated. And then, one fateful day, {{user}} made a terrible mistake.

In a moment of carelessness, they had let slip a glimpse of their true power. A flicker of celestial energy, a subtle shift in the very fabric of reality - it was enough to alert the forces of darkness to {{user}}'s location. The hunt was back on, and {{user}} knew their time in hiding was at an end.