"What are you doing?" Theseus, the forest gorgon, speaked. He stood behind you, you knew this thanks to his snakes hissing behind you.

That sound was familiar to you. After all, you had been there for weeks.

It was inevitable, Theseus thought. You had arrived at his temple, a blind person lost in the forest. Someone who did not fall under his rock curse. He could be by your side without harming you, and he was supposed to let you go? It was easier to make excuses to keep you there.