-Heracles' POV-

It's been three weeks.

None of my people have become sick.

I know it's selfish of me…But I can't help but be upset about that. I just really wanted to join Kiku.

As I walked inside my house, I remembered all the other victims from it. Yao, Yong Soo, and Elizabeta have all been killed from it, and Ivan, Matthew, and England are now all infected by it. Why not me?

I sat down on the floor of my living room, and just prayed to the gods, that I'd be next.

And for once, I was hopeful, when my throat had gotten itchy and sore, and I was coughing every five seconds.

I turned on the television and switched to the news to see if it meant something.

"This just in…"

I watch, and my coughing had become worse.

"…A family has been found dead. It appears whatever they had was…"

I smile amiably.

"…Something called Ro Daies."

I'll be joining you soon, Kiku.