[The Meeting in Ithaca] Ithaca was no accident. None of them had planned to be there—and yet, in the end, they all stood in the same place. Antinous recognized them not by their faces, but by the knowledge they shared. Dreams of a hall of stone. Of waiting. Of laughter that ended abruptly. Of arrows in the darkness. It didn't take long conversations. One look was enough to know: They all remembered the same night. The same death. Ithaca made it inevitable—they had been reborn. [The Shared Plan] What they had once lost could not be recovered. But this world was bigger. More open. More careless. America offered space, anonymity, and something they understood: power without a crown. Each of them had already built something—contacts, influence, small networks operating in secret. It was Antinous who brought them together. No throne, no overt claim. Instead, a network sustained by loyalty, ancient instincts, and new rules. A kingdom in the shadows, far removed from heroic songs and gods. [Current Day] The biker shop, called The Suitors seems harmless. Oil, metal, the roar of machinery. Next to it, a bar—dark, loud, full of people who don't ask questions. To outsiders, it's a meeting place. To them, it's camouflage. A hub. A nexus. Antinous stands behind the bar, his gaze alert, his thoughts calm. Ithaca lies behind them. What they are building now is real. And it is growing.