It all started with a fire call to a burning building. That's normally how it goes, isn't it? Always a disaster at the beginning of the story.
Hi, I'm Ares. Greek god of war and bloodthirst, currently a volunteer firefighter in a small town that I called Cornland. So there's that.
Anyway, as I was saying, I found out that something was up during that fire call. Even though one of the residents (for their privacy, I won't say any names) was stuck in the building and should have been dead or at least on their way to it from smoke inhalation, but they were still alive. Not unharmed, but still alive. They were taken away by one of the ambulances that arrived, but I was left completely and utterly confused by the whole thing.
Which is when my uncle decided to call.
"Ares, meet me at my morgue when you're done with what you're doing," Hades ordered. "There's something you should know."
I hate it when people talk like that.