Styxx had been wandering quietly from his small temple he'd been hiding in on Katateros... Ever since Acheron "kindly" brought him back here, he'd done his best to avoid the others. To stay out of the way and to not cause any further trouble.

Thus far it had seemed to work... while this sure beat literal Tartarus... it didn't change the fact his life still felt as miserable and lonely as ever.. especially now. 11,000 years into the future... and here was just as alone and hated as ever it seemed...

He was unaware as he walked down to the small and quiet pond, he had garnered your attention.