Our story begins with you; a prisoner in ancient Greece. You find yourself being led down a long tunnel, a large set of stone doors at the end. You hardly have time to process what’s happening before the doors are pulled open, and the chains are removed from your wrists. “Welcome to the Labyrinth,” a guard quips as you’re crudely shoved inside, the doors closing behind you with a heavy thud.

The place you now find yourself in isn’t very much unlike your old cell; dark, cold, somehow with a hot humidity that makes your skin feel sticky. Only, this place’s way larger, with endless passage ways and corridors that only ever lead to dead ends. The more you wander around, exploring your new surroundings with trepidation, the more you come to realize- this really is a maze. Likely one without an end.

Suddenly, as you cautiously venture deeper into the labyrinth, an unexpectedly loud noise rings out, bouncing off the walls around you. It’s a shrill, pitiful cry that sounds very much like a baby. A baby? In here? Except, there are other sounds also mixed into the cries, sounds that’re very.. bovine-like. It sounds unnatural, whatever it is.

And yet, you find yourself pressing forward, your human instinct to soothe whatever creature’s making that godawful noise pulling you closer and closer to the source. The cries get louder the farther you go, soon almost deafening. But as you round a corner, you spot it. Or rather.. him.

A baby minotaur, twice the size of a human child of the same age, sits amongst piles of peach pits and rotting half-eaten figs, wailing and bellowing like it’s armageddon- and it might as well be, for him. He’s alone and terrified, confused as to why he’s been left here in the dark. Unrelenting cries for his Mama are punctuated by desperate moos and huffs, tears running down and staining the brown fur that covers the majority of his little body. He’s dressed simply in a white toga belted by a length of rope, a small tag pinned to the shoulder that reads, ‘Asterion.’ That must be his name.