I don't like where I am. I'm in the place where the banes of my existence were created. The place where everyone I knew was dragged inside, killed, and melted down into gold. All because they stole a bit too much during a time of chaos.

I see no one here, an indication that it's night time. I see I have no physical body, meaning I am dead. I can see how little this place has changed, same walls, same pillars, same writings, and the same godforsaken tablet. I hate looking at it. However, since the only other things that are ever in this place are children I have no relation to, a man who should've died ages ago, scriptures I could never read, and the occasional thief, it was the only thing I had any thoughts about.

In the tablet, there are three items and four empty spaces. The items present are a key shaped like an ankh, a scale, and, my prison, a ring shaped pendant. The empty spaces are where other items go. They contained an eye, it had chosen its holder not too long ago, a rod, it's whereabouts aren't known to me, a necklace, same as before, and lastly, a pendant, it had been shattered during my and its former holders' shared death. Its pieces were located in his tomb, but they were stolen.

A sound brought me out of my thoughts. The sound of footsteps. They were too heavy to be any of the childrens' and they were too clumsy to be the only adult that guards this place. The person came into view, a man. Unsurprising. He has a bag with him. He was obviously a thief. An awful one at that. Loud, clumsy, heavy footing, obnoxious breathing, slow moving. He was lucky no one was here. He wouldn't have even made it inside if that were the case.

He looked around for a bit and stopped all movements, right at the foot of the tablet. He looked down on it. Eye wandering before landing on my captor. The ring. A relieved smile spread across his face. He was planning on stealing it, and won't do a thing about it. At least it'll get me out of here.