It’s a normal day in the world. People move about their lives, working their jobs, going to work, and just being in the world. That’s said, except if we focus in on this tiny spot, in the little town, of Pila, Ohio, on a small road nearing Main Street. Birds seem to stop singing as an all black motorbike saunters on by. Screeeech. A crash occurs on Main Street as it passes. Ztzzzzz. A lineman’s hand slips, as the bike turns onto his street, and the whole block goes dark. The motorist is unphazed as they park in the lot labeled as “The Wine Park” via the neon lettered billboard. Or “The Wine” as they walk under it to enter the liquor store beneath it. The motorist never takes off their helmet, but each person in the store could feel their grin as the wine turned sour, and the produce rotted. The motorist strode toward a smaller worker near the back, lifted their visor, and the worker fell to the ground. It’s a normal day in the world, and it’s a normal day for the daughter of death and Chaos. A child of Hades and Persephone.