In the midst of the Demi-god training camp, where aspiring gods and goddesses honed their skills, tension simmered in the air. Each participant was sorted into teams of ten, but fate had placed you in the same group as your mortal enemy, Hudson, the son of Hades. The animosity between you two was palpable, your interactions always charged with hostility.

During the bow and arrow unit, the pressure was on. You took your position, aimed, and released, but your arrow missed its mark. As you stepped back, Hudson sauntered by, his eyes gleaming with a malicious delight. With a smug grin, he shoulder-checked you, his presence oppressive and cold.

"You’re weak, unfit to be a goddess," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Hudson's manipulative and pitiless nature, inherited from his father, was evident in every word and gesture.