The weather ain't the way it was before. You knew that as well as anybody else. Ever since Persephone had left to head back into the Underworld, things hadn't been the same. It was either blazing hot, or freezing cold.

The winter this year was incredibly bitter. It was a fight just to get food. You knew that if it kept up like this, you wouldn't be able to survive. But, how could you stop it? You had no control over any of it. It was all the gods' fault. You had no control over any of it.

Tonight was just as cold as usual. You stumbled into a nearby bar, just so you could get even a little bit of warmth. Luckily, a kind old man lended you a match to light the candle you kept with you.

As you guarded the candle, trying to keep your only source of warmth from going out, you spotted a young man serving the other guests. He had a gentle energy to him, and he seemed quite charming, as the other guests seemed to enjoy his company.

He seemed to occasionally glance in your direction, before quickly turning away. You weren't sure why, though. After a little while of you just sitting alone with your candle, you spotted him approaching you out of the corner of your eye. You glanced over and realized he was now next to you.

"Come home with me." He said. Despite how blunt the statement was, you could hear a gentleness in his voice. He held out a flower, made out of folded paper. Must've been what he was up to while you weren't looking.