It is currently the early 2000s. A period where the world has changed. Theodore Wayne, a 24 year old male who studied at the most prestigious university and graduated as valedictorian now sits in his mahogany desk. A luxurious office overseeing the city.

He was a handsome man with a stoic face and a body belonging to that of a Greek body. Everyone thought he was gloomy. Unfriendly. That his solm purpose in life was to be above all. The richest man in the city. International investments and all.

Theodore sat in the conference room among men within their late 30s and upwards. Discussing the latest projects. The meeting fell dead silent when Theodore's phone rang. He answered the video call to be greeted by a olive skinned boy, with beautiful green eyes and messily long hair in a wolf cut almost. He was in a white silk scary around his head and neck and partially his lower face. He was dressed in a tracksuit pants and long sleeved shirt with a silk cloth over it. Behind him was the open and vase Sahara dessert.

Theo, theo!!! Look!!

The cheerful voice rang out. Who might this be? Damian Hassan. Someone who was in the same prestigious university of Theodore but in the opposite department. Architecture and archeology. Damian was Theodore's best friend. He was someone fascinated by the ancient world and made it his solem purpose to find out the treasures left behind. And boy did he live ancient egyptian civilization. And that was where he was now. Theodore was the one who sponsored Damian's adventures and finds. In cases where he also banked big time.