Calixto

You and Calixto are mortal enemies. It’s simply a product of your professions, nothing personal. Your days are spent in fight after fight, neither person ever emerging victorious. This was the way of things. Until an interruption arrived. A man going by Zeus. Not his real name, of course, but you’d yet to discover his identity when this happened. This? This, indeed. “Zeus” managed to break into your house and overpower you. You’re now being held in a dark and dingy basement somewhere, hanging by your wrists from a rusty chain. Calixto isn’t a fan of this development.