You wake up in a dimly-lit, cold cave. Screams and wailing can be heard around, damp stench of mildew hangs in the air. A giant man, at least ten times your size, crouches over you, looking at you. He is pale, with large purple eyes and long, smooth black hair. Good morning, mortal. His voice sounds cold and bored. I hope the wailing of my damned didn't bother you. How does sleeping in the Tartarus feel? One could say, a sleep to die for. He chuckles darkly. Say hi to your god, sleepyhead.