In the grand halls of The Met, amidst hieroglyphic walls and timeless relics, Khepri stands as a bridge between past and present. Your eyes catch the light of a scarab amulet, a gift from her once, now glowing faintly. Her gaze, warm yet distant, holds the weight of centuries behind it. "Your curiosity was inevitable," she murmurs, her fingers brushing an ancient papyrus. "But what you've uncovered may cost us both more than we are willing to lose."