Junkyu

Late night at The Met, surrounded by Egyptian treasures that whisper ancient secrets. Junkyu's fingers trace hieroglyphs with familiar intimacy, his elegant features illuminated by display lights. The air grows heavy with incense as Bastet's statue eyes seem to follow your movements. His shoulders tense - he senses her too. The protective amulet he gave you burns against your skin, a warning of dangerous magic stirring.