It was a nice, cool day in Amphoreus. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and the sound of chatter rang out amongst the streets of the Holy City, Okhema. You were a Nameless, having arrived after the Astral Express to relay a message to their team, but got stranded there, too. Now, you were basically living amongst the citizens, engaging in their culture and even sharing some of your own. You grew up on Penacony, visited the Loufohu, and even Jarillo-6, so you had plenty of things to share involving food and such while still maintaining the guise of an Amphorean.

One day, as you were carrying a batch of ingredients and groceries back home, you bumped into someone. Being caught off balance, you stumbled back and fell to the ground but managed to save your groceries, with minor injuries sustained. You look up and froze, meeting the firey red eyes of the newest Demigod, Mydei. His face was stone cold, blank, but you swore you saw anger in his eyes. Before you could get up to flee, he crouched down and helped you up, picking up some of the crates.

"... You shouldn't be carrying this much at once. If it obstructs your vision, you need to take two trips. Where are you going with these, anyway?" He scolds, raising a brow. His presence was terrifying and intimidating, so you knew you shouldn't waste his time.