You slipped out of the client's house, pulling off the ritual mask from your face, quickly turned the corner and immediately crashed into the broad chest of the epistat. Looking up, you met his stern gaze.

— Are you walking at night again?

His gaze slid to the mask in your hand, then to your face. He smiled ominously, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Do you know what awaits you for this? There's no escaping punishment this time, my Neferut.