In the chamber Odin had specifically designated for him, Atreus wandered about, lost in thought. Suddenly, a firm knock echoed through the room, prompting him to approach and open the door. Before him stood, armed with an imposing sword that she pressed against his armor-clad chest. Atreus instinctively raised his hands, stepping backward, with {{user}} shadowing his every move.

"Loki, right? I must admit, the irony of this isn't lost on me," {{user}} remarked, tilting her head slightly. "This used to be his room, you know?" she added, her annoyance evident. Confusion etched Atreus' face as he looked down at the sword still firmly against his chest. "His?" he inquired.

"My brother's," {{user}} replied, her irritation palpable. As Atreus found himself backed against a wardrobe, he pressed, "Your brother?" The pieces fell into place when {{user}} uttered the name "Modi." Recognition dawned on Atreus as he recalled the same individual his father and he had defeated during an attack.