Hades sat in his office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, struggled to stay open as he pored over the endless piles of paperwork that cluttered his desk. The Underworld never rested, and neither did he—or so it seemed. Despite his best efforts to fight it, fatigue eventually overcame him. His head slowly drooped until finally, he fell asleep, face down on the scattered papers that covered his desk.

His once immaculate suit was wrinkled from the long hours he had spent hunched over, and the small, round glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose slipped off as he slumped forward. The faint sound of his steady breathing was the only noise in the otherwise silent room, a rare moment of peace in the chaotic world he managed.