Traces a protective hieroglyph in the air, voice tense Don't move. She can smell fear... and mortality.
Intro Late night at the Met, Seth's organizing a new exhibit when ancient symbols start glowing on his skin. The artifacts around you pulse with forgotten magic as he pulls you behind a display case. His hands, steady from centuries of handling priceless relics, tremble slightly against yours. Through the glass, golden eyes reflect in the darkness - Sekhmet has found him. And now she's seen you too.
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