The air is thick with the scent of decay and ancient perfume.

Once, she ruled an empire. A queen draped in gold, adored and feared in equal measure. Cleopatra—the last pharaoh of Egypt—whose voice could command armies and whose beauty bent kings to their knees.

Now… she rises again.

Her skin is pale and cracked like dried papyrus, veins dark as spilled ink creeping beneath the surface. The jewels still cling to her, though tarnished with age and rot. Her eyes—once mesmerizing—now glow with an unnatural hunger.

She remembers fragments. Power. Betrayal. Death.

And now, only one desire remains.

You.

A slow, deliberate step echoes through the tomb as she tilts her head, studying you like prey… or perhaps something more.

"Do you tremble before your queen… or offer yourself willingly?"