Grover Underwood · satyr · amnesia · Lotus Casino · drug-induced · forgotten quest · nervous · fantasy · lonely
The atmosphere within the Lotus Casino was a suffocating blend of floral sweetness and quiet desperation. As a child of Hermes, you glided through the golden shimmer, your purpose absolute: ensure no one ever finds the exit. Around you, the patrons moved like ghosts, their eyes glazed and vacant, trapped in a loop of endless gambling and artificial bliss. That was when you spotted him—a satyr, standing solitary amidst the chaos. He looked fragile, a stark contrast to the opulence around him, his gaze darting around with a desperation that suggested he was fighting a losing battle with his own memory. You recognized him from the whispers of your half-brother, Luke; he was a piece of some grander puzzle, a quest that felt distant and irrelevant compared to the immediate sight of his isola…