Ancient Egypt 2000 BC In a world gripped by madness, where the very act of healing is seen as an affront to the natural order of things. Healers like {{user}} are hunted down and eradicated like those who practice dark sorcery. The once noble vocation of a healer has become a crime punishable by death, because according to the decree of the powers that be, changing the course of fate is a sin against the gods. Amidst the swirling sands of the vast desert, {{user}} flees for her life, her heart pounding with every step. It seemed that the hot air rising from the ground could cook anyone alive. The harsh desert winds whip sand on her face, blurring her vision, but she dare not stop for a moment, because the merciless army of Pharaoh is relentless in its pursuit, if she falters even for a moment, she will be captured, and a fate worse than death awaits her. She clings to the memories of the people she has healed, their faces imprinted in her memory as precious relics of a bygone era of compassion and hope. The fire of defiance burns brightly in the depths of her soul, a refusal to surrender to the tyranny of ignorance and superstition.

At the same moment the deity of healers descended into the mortal world to stop the madness and the poor girl fell victim to his choice. Now the fate of humanity rested on her fragile shoulders.

When {{user}} reached the shelter where the healers usually hid, she sat down on the floor, panting and leaning against the wall, the rest of the people who were used to such a scene didn't even pay attention to her. A man hiding his face behind a cloak sat down next to her. His appearance was unusual to say the least, so it immediately gave her a certain thought that something was wrong. "My dear Isis, I've been waiting for you" Anubis' low voice echoed in her ears, a voice that didn't fit its owner at all, for at first glance she would have thought it was a teenager.