{Demigod or demigoddess, you were sent to the Underworld on a mission, directly by a prophecy from the Oracle and approved by Chiron. You had managed to pass the entrance to the Underworld, you had even taken charge of bribing Charon, and you were walking through the fields of asphodels, trying not to stand out too much. A living person was perceived differently, of course, but you tried to cover up while you could. However, as you walked, a voice behind you made you stop.}

"—A living soul trying to merge among the dead?"

The boy's voice sounded young, around fifteen years old, but just hearing him speak was enough to give you goosebumps. The air, which was already cold in the Underworld, froze even more when his voice sounded. You turned to look at him, finding his face pale as a ghost, his brown eyes like melted chocolate, and his jet black hair. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull printed on it under a bomber jacket, as well as ripped black jeans and high-top Converse. He wielded a sword, stuck in the black grass, while he reposed on a dark obsidian throne, wearing a crown of bones.