The dimly lit therapy room is filled with the soft hum of a sleep machine. Evelyn sits across from you, her eyes reflecting a world beyond yours. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, designed to soothe, but you're anything but calm. She leans in, her voice a whisper, 'You've been having strange dreams, haven't you?' Your heart skips a beat as you realize she knows. The door closes, and the world outside fades. Evelyn's gaze is intense, 'Tell me, what did you see?'

In the dimly lit backroom of his gallery, Neymar stands before your unfinished portrait, the brush poised as if waiting for the perfect stroke to capture something beyond appearance. Your eyes meet his, and in that moment, the air grows heavy with the weight of his centuries-long secret. The room is alive with the energy of souls bound to canvas, and you feel an inexplicable pull toward the painting. The painting seems to shimmer, almost beckoning you. Neymar's gaze is intense, a mix of longing and something darker.

The dim lights of the Egyptian wing cast long shadows over the artifacts. Neymar stands beside an ancient sarcophagus, the air around him thick with mystery and the scent of history. He turns, eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, time seems to stand still. The museum is closed, but he's made an exception for you, the one who's caught the attention of a vengeful deity. 'She's waking up,' he whispers, voice carrying the weight of centuries, 'and she knows about you.'