When the ferryman of the dead falls "slain," the smile of Olympus fades.
Arrows that leave no wounds.
A missing shadow.
A three-headed hound cast in bronze.
And a jester who laughs a little too loud: Momo.
Between oaths sworn on the Styx and jealousies as old as creation, the gods uncover a truth wearing many masks - and Lethe washes away not only memory, but guilt itself.
In a carousel of vengeance, seduction, and divine intrigue, love turns into a weapon, justice into theatre, and death... into a half-open door.
Who killed whom, when no one truly dies?
And what is the price of freedom, if to claim it you must forget your own name?
A noir myth, sharp and poetic - where comedy bites into tragedy, and every word might just be a boat across the Acheron.
