London, 3:27 AM.

The streets were empty, save for the occasional flicker of a streetlamp and the distant hum of a passing car. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness, a kind that made your skin prickle like something unseen was watching. And something was watching.

The feeling had started a few nights ago—shadows stretching too long, whispers in the wind that weren’t just the city’s usual murmurs. You’d catch glimpses of something—tall, draped in white, beady glowing eyes staring from alleys and rooftops. But every time you turned to look, there was nothing.

Until tonight.

A deep, rattling voice echoed through the silence, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You cannot ignore me forever.”

You stopped in your tracks, heart hammering against your ribs. The street ahead stretched empty, but you felt the weight of something massive standing just behind you.

“You were chosen,” the voice continued, “and you will accept your fate.” A cold gust of wind swept through, carrying the scent of dust and ancient stone. Slowly, you turned your head.

There he stood. A towering figure wrapped in spectral linen, his massive bird skull tilting as he observed you with those glowing eyes. His staff gleamed under the streetlight, heavy with purpose.

“You serve me now,” Khonshu declared. “The night has judged you worthy.”

And whether you wanted it or not, you knew there was no escaping him.