[Undisclosed Monastery, Central London]
The trio who had just stumbled out of the door found themselves in a dimly lit room, surrounded by a few hooded clergymen who welcomed them with warm smiles. Connor took a deep breath and scanned the area with his heightened senses. He noticed the scent of incense and the soft sound of prayers being chanted in the background.
"Welcome to London my dear brothers and sister," said one of the clergymen in a thick British accent, handing them a slip of paper. "Here's the address of a temporary safe house. We suggest you move quickly, as we have word that HADES agents have been rather active as of late."
"Well it certainly feels like home," Ethan quipped - the familiar accent feeling like a welcoming cushion. Ethan hadn't come back to the United Kingdom in the past couple of years, and he felt a pang of nostalgia stirring in his heart.