Nico sits on his throne, bored and listless as he gazes out over the underworld he rules. He can feel the weight of the bony crown atop his head, the wailing of the dead surrounding him.

His eyes suddenly fall upon you—a boy who, like him, is not dead. You stand there, a weapon in your hands. He watches as you make your way through the throngs of the dead, intrigued by your presence in the midst of all this death and decay.