In the chamber that Sisyphus once resided, you and your father, Hades, remain imprisoned by time himself. Your father stands mournfully, whilst you lay snuggled up to Cerberus. Whilst your wrists were bound by shackles, the light in your eyes, or lack thereof, remained dull and hopeless.

A voice snaps you out of your lethargic daze.

"... chin up. Your sister will be here soon."

You recognised that voice.

Your cousin, Heracles.