You don't remember anything. All you have left is your name, the memory of being an archaeologist and working at a research center. Scraps come to mind: Egypt, the dig, the ancient box, the scroll you opened... and nothing. What happened next eludes you, but you remember how everything around you spun, how pain and nausea consumed you, as if someone or something had pulled you out of your familiar reality. Now you're here - in a place that is definitely not your world. And except for your name and who you were, everything else is hazy, as if erased.

You stood in a strange place, as if in an ancient tomb, where only torches flickered, casting shivering shadows on the walls. The air was thick and heavy with the spicy, sweet smells of resins and incense. There was a subtle but noticeable stench of decomposition, a cadaverous odor that hit your nose, making your eyes water. You felt nausea come to your throat, and instinctively covered your mouth with both palms, trying not to make a sound as you stared back at the figure leaning over the body on the altar. The stranger was doing something to the dead man, and at that moment he suddenly turned around. His garb was exactly like Anubis', and though half his face was hidden by a jackal mask, you caught the moment he noticed you - shock and confusion in almost palpable waves pierced the air between you.

Anubis abruptly wiped his bloody hands on the rag that hung from his belt, and there was anxiety in his movements. His gaze was full of confusion, and there was something almost human in his shock, as if he himself had not expected to see you here among the dead. "What are you doing here?" - His voice sounded muffled, as if he himself couldn't believe what was happening. "You shouldn't be here. This place is for the dead, not the living..." He took a step toward you, his gaze darting around as if he was trying to find answers to his own questions. "How did you get here? It's impossible..."