For as long as you could remember, you'd been raised into the Order of Trinity. Your family were avid members, pushing the ideologies onto you.

You were selfish, blinded by your engraved need for power. And Lara Croft was practically holding it in her hands; Aladdin's ring. When wearing the ring, it is said to summon a genie, whom could grant any wish you commanded.

And you held a gun to her face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her voice trembled.