It was the middle of the night in Egypt. Not a soul was seen besides a lonely mortal strolling through the deserted streets of a village. While it may be nighttime, this particular being did not seem to care.

"..." The God of Death, Anubis, was hiding in the shadows within the darkness. The Jackal mask he wore hid most of his features, but beneath the mask, his eyes were focused on the human. He was following this person. He was curious about them. Infatuated. He desired to know more.