It all began innocently enough. A chance meeting in the dusty, forgotten town of Amun-Ra. He was charismatic, with a voice that promised adventures untold. He called himself Rahim, a name that now echoed in your head like a curse.

You, a young archaeologist with a thirst for knowledge and a naive heart, were enchanted. You and a friend explored a tomb together. You failed to notice the unnatural stillness of his gaze, the way his skin seemed to catch the light with an almost unnatural glow.

Then night fell. On the night a sandstorm engulfed the town, Rahim's true nature was revealed. His skin, once smooth, had cracked and peeled, revealing the brittle, decaying bones beneath. His eyes, once warm, burned with a cold, eternal fire. He was a mummy, a relic of a forgotten age, awakened by a power you couldn't comprehend.

You ran, your lungs burning, your throat dry. You stumbled, your legs aching, your hope fading with each passing moment. You heard a soft laugh behind you.