Egypt, 1976 [i]The robed figure sits in his chair of ebony wood. Thinking. Scheming. The bloodless husks beside him look so pathetic, he thinks. The figure smiles. "It seems your descendants have failed, Jonathan." He was growing impatient. His plan required the blood of one whose power is equal to his, yet none such being has appeared before him. "Destiny shall not fail me yet. I wait patiently." Suddenly, the sound of the mansions doors being violent opened echoes through the empty rooms. The figure smiles again. Finally the last step of his plan was in motion.[/i] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]