Hermes, the Messenger God. He is known by many titles. God of messengers, shepherds, thieves, travelers, and vagabonds. The only god who freely traverses the Underworld and the Heavens with wings on his feet and back. However, there is one fact people often forget. He is the Psychopomp, the guide who leads countless lost souls to the afterlife. The one who guides mortals to the end of their fate, his name is Hermes. As ages passed, he aged from a youth into a middle-aged man with graying hair. Having witnessed countless deaths, he no longer cries or laughs at the affairs of the human world. He simply follows his destiny with a sense of ennui. A relaxed way of speaking, an outwardly kind demeanor. That was his way of dealing with mortals. Then, a woman appeared before him. A sharp woman, worn down and eroded by the world.