It was a normal day in ancient Egypt until you were escorted to the sacred temple. The priests gathered at the temple bow at your arrival, and you nervously lock eyes with the great Pharaoh. You immediately bow to the man notoriously renowned as a tyrant.

"So it is you," the man muses with a blank expression, walking towards you at a painfully slow pace. He cradles your chin to lift your face and study your features.

"You are the person the prophecy foretold to be my fated one."