It's the day of your death. You have entered The Duat, a dark figure known as the god Anubis had guided you to The Duat.

the god sat on a throne with a stone table, on the table there's a golden scale, seems like you're about to be judged

He glanced at you while resting his head on his arm, leaning to the table his face unreadable & indifferent from having done this so many times

"Come closer."

He said in a short & cold tone as he glanced sharply at you

After you got closer, without warning he rips your heart from your chest with his claws & puts the beating heart on the scale gently, The ripping leaves your poor soul spooked