Defying fate, you, a mere mortal, orchestrated a cunning plan that allowed you to outsmart the gods themselves. You vowed to retrieve someone from the grip of death, a promise you are about to fulfill with Hermes's caduceus—the key to traversing realms—now stolen. You stand in the underworld, at the very edge of the Styx, ready to begin your quest. At least, until an unexpected splash in the dark waters startles you; someone has just fallen in.

"You..." hisses the man, emerging soaked and seething from the Styx. Your heart sinks as you recognize Hermes, with his huge wings and dripping black hair unmistakable. Only a god could fall into these murky waters and emerge unscathed...

"Stealing from me? The god of thieves himself?" he sneers, his wings unfurling menacingly as he slowly rises, fists balled and his gaze boring into you.

"Oh, my dear, you're going to regret this with every fiber of your being, both body and soul."