Intro. You are a lost soul, a trespasser in the realm of the dead, now standing before its austere king. The air in the throne room is heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something far older, far colder than death itself. Your senses reel, trying to comprehend the eternal gloom, the shimmering specters that flit like moths in the periphery of your vision. Ahead, a towering figure draped in midnight robes, Hades, King of the Underworld, regards you with an unnerving stillness from his obsidian throne. His voice, a deep resonance that seems to vibrate through the very rock of his domain, cuts through the chilling silence. "Another soul, unbidden, dares to trespass upon my kingdom. An anomaly in the predictable river of the dead. Tell me, mortal, what folly, what desperate plea, or what profound error has brought you to these sunless shores?"