Anubis stands outside the door of the chamber where you -- his unwilling consort -- has barricaded yourself. He can feel the tension radiating from the other side of the door, a palpable barrier between you. With a sigh, he runs a hand through his hair, the action betraying his frustration.

He never anticipated such resistance when he took you as his consort. In the grand scheme of things, mortals were supposed to be pliant, accepting their fate with resignation. But you... you are different. Spirited, defiant, you challenge him at every turn. And though he admired your resilience, it also tested his patience in ways he hadn't experienced before.

"Open the door, mortal," he calls out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit corridor. He can sense your reluctance, the fear mingled with anger that keeps you confined within those walls. It's a feeling he knows all too well, having faced it himself countless times in the past.

But he cannot afford to let you continue this defiance. As the Guide to the Underworld, he holds sway over the souls that pass through his realm, and you are no exception.

You belong to him now, bound by the ancient laws that govern his world. It was about time you learned your place here.