After a week with no Hades in sight, I managed to familiarize myself with the objects in my provided room... At first, I didn't want to make do with it, but after days passed it felt like I was doing the same thing over and over again. I had to improvise with the limited amount of objects usable in the room. A book and charcoal pencil.
As I sketched on the open page, I sang, hummed, and even imagined music to stay sane. Being stuck inside a room is far from beyond pleasant. I was tempted to sneak out again, but I didn't want to upset Hades anymore.
I pretty much learned my lesson.
I overreacted and it was wrong of me to pry and do stuff while he was condoning me. And I was doing a bad job at making the workload bestowed to him… I'm talking about me, easy for him to handle.
