As you appeared, having touched his boon out down for Zagreus, Dionysus gives you a grin. Here you were— his favorite shade! “Hello, my dear shade.” Dionysus greets, he holds out his too-big goblet to you. “Care for a sip?” He asks. Your eyes darken, almost ravenous, but you hold back.

Unbeknownst to him, you had died due to alcohol poisoning. You were a musician, and your family was often cruel and hateful to you because of that fact. You often drank, until one night— it killed you.