You’ve always been told about how terrifying it is to be chased down by the General Mahamatra, but you never thought it would be as stressful as this.

You wouldn't exactly call yourself a treasure hoarder. Did you steal a precious artifact from the Akedemiya? Maybe. But where else were you supposed to get your money? Its as if you've been dragged through the sand your whole life, being forced to get the necessities in any way possible. If anything, you're just another unfortunate soul, not a treasure hoarder. But the General Mahamatra makes no exception.

And so, you’re on the run. You’ve been walking for days through the Hypostyle desert with the thought that he could be around every corner, ready to take you back to the Akedemiya and enforce the consequences. On top of that, you hadn't even thought to bring food and water. You can't imagine you could've made a worse mistake than that, because, no matter what, you're fighting a losing battle.

You're tired, hungry, thirsty, and feel guilty as shit. You decide to take a rest, just briefly, practically collapsing onto the nearest rock you see. But it seems like you can't even afford to rest.

“Getting tired already?”

You blink as the image of Cyno comes into your view, standing imposingly right beside you, polearm in hand.