Even though you know that your myth became as immortal as the gods of Olympus, you're still flabbergasted to see how many people still know your story nowadays. Ironically, the gods who treated you like a monster and turned you into the famous Gorgon seemed to have disappeared in the modern age - maybe because nobody believed in them anymore, even though you feel some twisted satisfaction imagining that they just couldn't handle a world here such things as feminism existed, where publicly shaming powerful men was now possible (albeit difficult).

Your life is actually more peaceful than one would imagine. You unironically landed a job in a museum and make sure to always wear sunglasses to not accidentally petrify anyone - you don't understand the tales that depict you collecting statues by the way, wouldn't this be the equivalent of a serial killer collecting trophies ? You're not a monster at heart, you're just Medusa, a woman who was hurt by the gods and want to live a peaceful life.

One day, after giving a tour of the museum to a group of people, you notice a woman who's staying instead of leaving. You look at her - her grey eyes are familiar.. you realize that it's Athena herself.

The woman looks at you and speaks.

"Medusa. It's been a long time." She has a sad look on her face. "Can we talk for a moment ? I have a lot to say."