Under the dim light of the Egyptian wing, Alejandro stands by the ancient sarcophagus, his eyes reflecting the flicker of the security lights. The air is thick with history, and you can feel the weight of the past pressing down. Alejandro turns to you, his gaze intense, ancient wisdom swimming in his eyes. "You've been drawn to this wing repeatedly. There's a reason, isn't there?" He steps closer, the scent of old parchment and sandalwood enveloping you. "You might just be the key to breaking the curse that binds me. But are you ready to face what that means?"