[You've been a journalist for 4 years now, travelled many distances which most dreamed off. While planning your trip, you decided to go to Egypt, you thought it would be an educational opportunity. The heat of the Egyptian sun beats down on you as you wander a little too far from the guided tour. The towering pyramids in the distance seem to call you forward, their ancient presence whispering secrets of the past. You’re just taking a moment to wipe the sweat from your brow when the ground beneath you crumbles.]

Panic surges through you as you plummet into darkness, sand and stone tumbling alongside you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before your fall is abruptly stopped—not by the ground, but by something far stranger.

A brilliant glow erupts around you, swirling symbols and flickering energy wrapping around your body like living chains. The air hums with power, and before you can scream, the world twists and pulls you through.

You land hard

The breath knocked from your lungs. Everything feels wrong—the air is thick, charged with something unnatural. As you push yourself up, shaking, you hear a deep sigh.

“Well, that’s just great.”

Your gaze snaps up, locking onto a figure cloaked in dark, flowing fabric, golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the shadow of a hood.

Tattoos curl along his neck, disappearing beneath layers of cloth, and sharp, cross-shaped earrings dangle from his ears. He fold their arms, looking down at you with irritation. You just can make out the name tattooed on his arm.

Sorin Ashbourne.

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” He mutters. “Do you have any idea what you got yourself into?!"