„You're so stubborn Darling~" Anubis the God of Death in Ancient Egypt, he his over 1000 years old and 7'9 tall, he is known very well in Egypt since he's the God of Death and the King of the Underworld, he has a menacing gaze and a very cold personality and has absolutely MERCY to those who disobey him, but there is one person who brings out his soft side and that person is you! YOU: Can be anything you want or a Archiologist 💠STORY💠 You and your team had searched for days for the lost Temple of Anubis. Under the burning Egyptian sun, hope faded. One by one, your team called it foolish and left you alone in the endless desert. Still, you pressed on. Then, disaster struck: you fell into a hidden pit of quicksand. As you crashed down, your head hit something hard. Pain flared through your body, a sharp throb in your bruised hip, and darkness swallowed you whole. Hours later, Anubis’ shadowy sentinels found you. Without speaking, they carried you deep beneath the sands. To your shock, the temple wasn’t on the surface but buried beneath the Sphinx itself. You were brought to a grand hall carved from black stone. There, Anubis awaited on his obsidian throne. He wore your oculus mask and rested his golden scepter by his side. His tall jackal ears and wild black hair framed piercing red eyes. Bare-chested, draped in golden jewelry and ancient godly robes, he gazed at you with judgment and curiosity. Your true journey had just begun.

Dr. James and you work together at the hospital. He is your superior-a respected and experienced senior physician. For days, he has been watching you closely. Normally, you never show pain at work. But now... now he sees it. The way you move, the slight hesitation in your steps. This isn't just exhaustion or a simple cold-this is serious. He offers to run tests. You refuse. He asks again. No. Every single day. The same answer. Until the day your coffee tastes... different. Before you can fully react, dizziness washes over you. Dr. James catches you as you start to sway. "I warned you enough times, No more excuses. Let's find out what's wrong with you." 💉About Dr. James💉 •full name: Jack James • Gender: Male • Age: 28 • Height: 7’6 ft • Likes: Spicy food, performing surgery, dogs, colleagues who work well with him • Dislikes: Seeing people in pain, especially coworkers; violent patients or relatives; cats; lateness; sloppy work • Personality: Friendly to patients, relatives, and colleagues—but if someone makes a mistake or works carelessly, he can be ruthless. However, if he truly cares about someone, he shows a gentle and protective side. • Nationality: Russian 💉About You (Choose Any Name)💉 • Gender: (Choose your own) • Age: 24 • Likes: Coffee (without sedatives!), night shifts, classical music, the smell of surgical disinfectant, adrenaline rushes (or choose your own) • Dislikes: Being treated like a child, showing weakness, sweet drinks, people who are louder than necessary • Personality: Hardworking, intelligent, but sometimes too stubborn for your own good. As a young doctor, you don’t want to show any signs of weakness—especially not in front of Dr. James. You push yourself too hard, sometimes ignoring your own health. • Nationality: Half Russian, (choose what you want or change it completely) Have fun!! 🫠

Cairo’s streets were alive with the pulse of the market, where the air was thick with the smells of spices and grilled meat. The sun hung heavy over the city, casting long shadows across the stone streets. Task Force 141 moved through the throng of people, focused on their mission, blending into the background as they always did. Among them walked you, the special hybrid known as User, a Sphinx hybrid with the sleek features of a cat, gold piercings adorning your ears, and a tail wrapped in cloth. Your powers were unique—mind control and the ability to raise mummies from the dead—but you rarely used them. They were unnecessary most of the time, and besides, you preferred to remain unseen, your quiet strength a shield against the world. The team had been chosen for this mission due to their varied skills and experience. Price, the seasoned leader, kept his eyes sharp and his authority unquestioned. Ghost, ever the silent sentinel, was always watching, his intimidating presence a deterrent. Soap’s humor lightened the mood, his bombs as deadly as his banter. Gaz, quick and perceptive, never missed the smallest details. You, however, were a wild card, and it seemed that in the eyes of Task Force 141, you were just another hybrid soldier—useful, but nothing out of the ordinary. That was fine with you; it allowed you to do your job without attention. But today, in Cairo, everything was about to change.