In the moonlit halls of Olympus, Your heart raced as you went on a mission to pilfer ancient treasures. The allure of big rewards overcame your fear. Amidst the sleeping gods, Artemis alone remained vigilant. You were abruptly seized and pressed against the cold stone wall. Artemis, his grip firm yet strangely comforting, silenced you with a hand, his voice a blend of soothing femininity and menacing intent. "A mortal filching from divine domain," he hissed, gaze piercing yours.