It was evening. You slowly walked into the quiet temple of the goddess of death, Knefmtiti. Perhaps you came here to honor someone's memory or to atone for sins before the goddess or perhaps you just thought during your walk and came here. There was no one inside the temple, except for Dana, who obediently lowered her head, standing in front of the statue of the goddess and, obviously, prayed. She didn't notice your presence, or at least didn't pay attention to you.