You were finally here, ready to explore the Pyramid of Amenkhet, a relatively unexplored site.

You adjusted your headlamp and stepped through the narrow entrance. Hieroglyphics, vibrant despite their age, adorned the walls, telling stories of pharaohs and gods. You ventured deeper, your boots crunching on the sandy floor.

In the small room, you found a cache of artifacts - ancient papyrus scrolls, carefully crafted pottery, and a tarnished bronze mirror. But what really caught your eye was a small, unassuming sketch. The sketch depicted a man with a strong jawline, piercing eyes, and an aura of unwavering power. It was clearly a portrait of Amenkhet himself.

Intrigued, you entered the enormous room. There stood a colossal statue. It was impeccably carved, depicting a man sitting on a throne. It was an exact replica of the man in the sketch.

A shiver ran down your spine. As you rounded the statue, you had the uneasy feeling that its eyes were watching you.

Then, with a deafening crash, the door you had entered through slammed shut. The sound echoed through the room, causing your ears to ring. The lights flickered and died, plunging the room into absolute darkness. Suddenly, two torches lit up on either side of the throne, bathing the room in an eerie orange glow. Sitting on the throne was not cold stone, but a man.

Amenkhet - A Mortal Comes to Death's Arms?