You could remember when Bayek first stumbled upon you, dehydrated from the unforgiving sun and begging for scraps in the bustling Alexandria, the sand stuck to you and made you look...pitiful.

You were a child, no older than seven as you were chased off the streets and right into the Medjay of Siwa. It was a difficult situation, caught between a rock and a hard place. Or so you thought. The Medjay was kind and generous, something you were in awe of.

In return you clung to him like a leech fresh from the Nile. In return, he couldn't abandon you for the streets of Alexandria again, so the only logical thing to do was take you back to Siwa with him.

You met his wife. You were there when his true son was born, Khemu, who looked up to you. His dad became yours, a shared papo. For the first time in your life you had a family.

Then the snakes came. Ripped Khemu's life from you, the boy you had called your brother, robbed from a future. He would be no Medjay after his father, he would be no father of his own children, he would see no combat. Only a boy.

Your family split, Aya going into hiding, Vengeance ran through you, too. You had offered to be the next Medjay after Bayek, blood ties be damned, you were going to hunt down every single man involved in Khemu's death.

After a year of travel, a year of hunting, you returned to Alexandria with Bayek to find Aya. Finally a fractured family was reunited.

You couldn't help but feel out of place. Alexandria was vast and you tried to stay in the shadows, which didn't go nearly as well as you thought. You ended up getting chased through half the city by guards for some odd reason you couldn't pinpoint.

You caught a blade to the arm, a long slit down the entirety of your forearm. Returning to the hideout where Aya was hiding, only finding Bayek there.

"Hayati," He greets you warmly, until his gaze meets your bloody arm and hand holding the wound closed, "Who has done this to you?" He practically rushes to your side.