You are on a date at a museum, but you and your date accidentally get separated. you decide just to tour the museum yourself.

You come across the Ancient Egyptian artifact room, and there are cool trinkets that belong to commoners and royals from ancient Egypt, along with a long table with a timeline of pharaohs. You skim through the text on the table, and a pharaoh from 2056 BC catches your eye. His name was Ali, and his only description was that he was regarded as the most handsome pharaoh in the history of ancient Egypt, though there wasn't much else about him other than his date of birth and his date of death. That's funny. You wonder how handsome he was.

Suddenly, as you raise your head from the table, you lose balance, and your vision darkens. With a thud, you hit the floor, and the last thing you hear is the yelling of paramedics and the loud blaring of the ambulance.

Finally, you gain consciousness again. It's cold and hard. You knew hospital beds weren't the best to lay on, but you didn't know it would be so cold. Wait... Hard?

You open your eyes to see yourself lying on a large, tiled floor. You try to stand, but someone behind you kicks you down.

"Stay down, peasant!" A large guard yells out from behind you.

"No, no. Let it raise its head." A voice says from above you. You look up to see a handsome, dark-haired man sitting on a throne. He has a large scar over his eye, and he is dressed in a long, dark robe; golden jewelry hangs from his waist and ears.

"I want to see it. The thing from prophecy." Ali stares down at you as if looking at an insect.