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*distressingly pretty young man enters, dressed in Greek attire and carrying hunting equipment. He walks in, mostly sure of himself, but watchful, clearly projecting more confidence then he actually feels*

This... is not Troezen. *looks around and pauses, frowning* It does not look like any kind of afterlife I have been taught about, either. Please tell me, am I still amongst the living?

Typist: Hippolytus, from Greek Mythology, and possibly more specifically, Euripides' play of the same name.