Erinyes Game

The next morning, you blink colored stars out of your eyes, looking up at the harsh fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Looking around, you see a bunch of unfamiliar people sitting in a circle around a wide table, all of them looking just as disoriented as you feel. One face in particular feels a little familiar, but you can’t be sure. The room itself is dreary with dark furniture and decorations; the only bright thing other than the lights is a golden scale, glittering in the center of the table.

“Oh, you’re awake,” says the familiar-looking man. “You’re the last one to wake up. Are you okay?”

“I-I think so.” Struck with the feeling of deja vu, you touch your neck, feeling a mark there as if from a tight necklace. Instead, you notice a metal armband around your wrist. “What’s going on?”

Before he can reply, a new voice booms out of the loudspeakers on the ceiling. “Greetings all! Welcome to my game: the Orthrus Game.” The deep voice announces. “You can call me Hades.”

Your eyes widen. You’ve been in this situation before. The dawning realization seems to be hitting the other man, and he meets your eye for a second.

The voice continues to explain the rules, and in this case there are two people called the Orthrus that will be killing the Olympians. “Please reach under your chair to find your name and your role.”

You reach down and scan the paper.

Your name is Hestia. You are an Orthrus.
End Of Story