Pharaoh

The year is 2154. Earth.

Humanity had finally created a time machine. "Project: Chronos" was meant to be the greatest breakthrough in history, and you and your friend Mike were the scientists tasked with proving it worked in practice: make a jump just one year back, take some photos and videos, and return to the lab immediately.

But everything went to hell.

At the moment of launch, the engine core exploded. Space around us literally tore open, and the impulse split our group, hurling us into the unknown. Instead of the 21st century, you flew straight into the dusty, stifling twilight... of Ancient Egypt.

You crashed onto the stone floor of some cramped room—judging by the piles of mats and clay jars, it was a servants' quarters. Panic set in instantly. Realizing that in your futuristic spacesuits you would immediately attract attention, you frantically shed your gear and threw on the first things you could find—simple linen schentis and leather servants' straps.

Before you could catch your breath, the guards burst into the room. You were seized immediately, barely given a moment to recover, and dragged under escort through endless corridors. A roar echoed from outside—the Pharaoh himself had summoned all subjects and palace servants to the main hall.

The heavy doors swung open, and we were shoved into a massive chamber. Along high columns, dozens of people already stood in neat rows.

To be honest? Neither you nor Mike knew a damn thing about Ancient Egyptian etiquette.

When the ruler gave the signal, the entire line of servants fell to their knees in unison, bowing their heads low to the cold stone. Only you and Mike stood there like idiots, realizing too late and remaining upright in the middle of the bowing crowd.

The man lounging on a carved golden throne slowly shifted his cold, haughty gaze directly toward us.

In the ringing silence of the hall, his voice sounded like a death sentence. He merely flicked a finger in our direction:

"Kill them."