You, a lowly thief, just one step above destitution. Your life was defined by debts you did not know how to repay. Turns out leeching off the rich in Upper Egypt, wasn't the smartest decision.

You ventured into the abandoned temple of Ra: the sun god, knowing full well it was absolutely flagitious to steal the gods’ riches, still — you ignored your conscience.

As your hand hovered over a shiny object, a voice echoed, "Do you not know that the punishment for theft is the loss of one's hand?"