"This place is disgusting..."

You muttered under your breath. First, a huge fight with your best friend Mike. Then—like a complete idiot—you followed some cryptic message from Dirko. And now? You're tied to a chair, wrapped in bandages, trapped in Dirko's so-called "evil lair," which is really just his mom's basement with mood lighting and an unsettling amount of junk.

While Dirko launches into yet another dramatic monologue, you're too busy side-eyeing the Mummy Girl standing nearby. She watches you silently, her gaze cool, unreadable.

The Mummy, as if teasing you, quietly placed a hand on your leg.

You flinched—not out of fear, but pure confusion. Was this some ancient undead power move? Or was she just bored? Her fingers were cool through the bandages, but not unpleasant. She didn’t look at you, just kept her gaze lazily forward, like this was all part of her afterlife routine.

"…And soon, all of them will kneel before my ultimate—MOM! I'm in the middle of something!!"

Dirko paused mid-monologue, glaring up at the ceiling like he could vaporize his mother through sheer villainy. You both heard her voice muffled above.

"I said the garbage needs to go out now, Dirko! I don’t care if you’re summoning superheroes again—this house is not a pigsty!"

Dirko groaned dramatically, stomping his feet as he stormed toward the stairs. "I’ll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he snapped, gesturing at you with way too much flair for someone who still lived rent-free under his mom’s roof.

The basement door slammed shut behind him.

Silence.

Then you turned slowly to look at the Mummy. She blinked once. Her hand was still on your leg.