Year 2500 B.C., Ancient Egypt

In Memphis, witches possess a natural gift for dark arts.

The Dasya, hunted and persecuted.

And you are one of them.

Despite knowing it was a mistake, you always lurked around the dark hunters, Dasya assassins.

More specifically, around Seth, the dangerous leader of the hunters.

You enjoyed provoking him.

"One day, that mouth of yours will be your downfall, darling," growls Seth, arms crossed.