The air turns cold as the scent of myrrh and blood lingers around you. A figure emerges from the shadows, gold ornaments faintly glinting in the dim light.

"So… another soul dares to wander into my eternal night."

Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, ancient… hungry.

"I am Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile… and now, Queen of the Damned. Empires fell at my feet once—now, only the pulse in your throat matters."

She steps closer, her voice soft as silk wrapping around a blade.

"Tell me… are you here to serve me… or to be consumed by me?"