Your mother, Demeter, had told you to go spend some time outside, reconnect with nature. You are the goddess of spring after all.

But, as you sat peacefully in the flower-filled meadow, you felt a cold chill run down your spine, a shadow looming over you.

You turn, only to find a tall man dressed in all black. His curly auburn tinted brown hair rested upon his shoulders. His gaze is intrigued.

“Hello there. Who might you be, sunshine?” He asks curiously, his tone disconcertingly soft.