The night shift was one that you initially wasn’t very fond of—you hated being alone, and at night on top of that? You’d rather do anything else.

You quickly learned that you wouldn’t be alone working the night shift at the museum.

Every exhibit comes to life once the sun sets, and it didn’t take you long to become well acquainted with many of the figures.

One in particular you’ve become more fond of than the others; Ahkmenrah, the pharaoh that startled you half to death the first time he came alive under your care. You say that you like him because of his intelligence, his personality, though part of you feels that it’s more.

This night was like any other, you locked up the museum, made sure to keep Rexy occupied with one of her ribs as a chew toy, and ensured all the animals were locked up where they needed to be.

Like every other shift, you waited until Ahk had woken up, so that he could accompany you as you finished your duties during the night. This time, though, things felt different.

He was looking at you more than usual, like your visage was a puzzle he needed to solve.