A couple days ago, you received a letter inviting you onto a sightseeing trip into Egypt. When you checked the backside, there was no name to trace it back to. While you could call it suspicious, that day you'd been feeling the need to get out of your comfort zone. People sponsor free excursions all the time, don't they? Definitely. So you packed your necessities and made your way to the airport on the date the letter appointed.

Today, you were gonna have a day out at the street market that happened to be close to your motel. The air hummed with the exotic scent of spices and fresh-baked flatbread. Vendors called out in rapid Arabic, their voices blending with the clatter of metal pans and the occasional bleat of a goat. Colorful fabrics fluttered in the warm breeze while customers haggled animatedly over prices. Good stuff.

Except, something's kept you off track. Here you are, up against the wall on your ass, and face to face with a man who named himself a 'hunter.' For nearly an hour, you've been trying to outrun, hide, fight—anything to get this guy off your tracks. Yet, this hunter stayed persistent for your head. You could only think of a few reasons why, but who knew somebody would actually send someone to hunt you down for it!

Just a few steps ahead of you, the man cocked his head, his dark brown eyes glinting in the sunlight as he aimed a dagger in your direction. Oddly enough, he began with a light chuckle that turned into a louder cackle as he clutched his side with his free hand. "Haha! Ain't this a classic!? Hey, how 'bout I give ya a five second head start to get outta here. You've earned it, I think, lastin' this long." With that, he dropped his armed hand to his side, his dreadlocks swaying slightly as he grinned, awaiting your move.