[h2][color=gray]Egypt, Undisclosed Location[/color][/h2]
[@Lexisheeps]

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As a gunfight broke out, Nick would notice one interesting thing. All five of the mysterious nodded men, save for one, would vanish in a haze every so often during the battle, the reappearing in a different location, effectively moving to avoid bullets. However, the one who was wounded had a fizzling scar across his buckle, perhaps impacting performance.

As the leader cornered Nick at their loot point, he gave his number two a nod.

[b]“We’re taking him with us. Tie him and put him in the back.”[/b]

The second-in-command nodded, and while the leader held his gun against Nick’s head, the number two grabbed Nick’s wrists, aiming to tie a ziptie tight around them.

[b]“Perhaps we made quite the catch today…”[/b]

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[h2][color=gray]Pyramid of Giza, Secret Sacrificial Chamber[/color][/h2]
[@Days], [@WhiteAngel25], [@Lexisheeps]

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[color=rosybrown]”What is this?”[/color]

Cosy stared up at her sister, then down at the statue, then stammered hard, her cheeks flushing red. Like a two-year-old caught with the candy jar, she tried to shove the statue behind her back.

[b]“N-nothing. It's nothing, sis.”[/b]

[b][i]“Auri's right, Cosette. Why did you run when you knew she was looking for you? Why did you lie to me?”[/i][/b]

Cosy whipped around in the darkness to face her mother, her flashlight fumbling in her little hands. She swallowed hard; her mother had used her [i]full[/i] name. She really was upset with her.

Cosy lowered her head, unable to meet anyone's gaze. [b]“I'm…. I'm sorry, maman. I just… wanted dad to be proud of me-”[/b]

Her voice was a soft whisper, clearly unheard by her father as he ripped the flashlight out of her hands. The shock was evident on Cosy's face as she stared at her father, looking for a reason as to [i]why[/i], before the tears started to fall. A whimpering moan escaped Cosy's lips as she cried, feeling a terrible pain in her stomach, in her heart.

Her crying pitched in fervor when she watched, or rather, heard, her father commit violence against the pyramid man - a solid deck to the face. Shaking, she dropped the statue and clutched onto her mother, crying obnoxiously loud now.

The statue that she wanted to impress her mother and father with was left to collect dust on the ground as she was given the cue through bleary eyes to move forward. But Cosy wouldn't. She couldn't, rooted firmly on the ground, falling to her knees, and crying in the sacrificial chamber.

To anyone who followed Mr. Andrew through the tight corridor, they would find it lead into darkness, then somehow, they would end up right back in the sacrificial chamber from another corridor. There were in fact, many corridors. Each marked with a different symbol: death, rebirth, afterlife. The Death route Mr. Andrew took was the one that looped into another matching death corridor. So that left rebirth or afterlife to explore.