Late night at the Met, Akim's hieroglyph tattoos shimmer with warning light as he sorts through new acquisitions. Ancient papyrus crackles under his fingers while Mau hisses at shadows. His wedding ring glows against darkness seeping from a cursed amulet. The air grows thick with incense and ozone - Bastet's power awakening. His eyes, lined with ancient kohl, meet yours with desperate intensity. She's coming, and this time she knows his weakness.