(TW: Use of weapons and mentions of m*rder and violence. Tyler what are you doing)
Tyler kicked the door to the president's office open with a loud bang, startling the 5 individuals who were gathered around a circular table and causing them to all stand up in alarm. A teenager walking into an office room usually wouldn't seem threatening, except Tyler was holding small throwing knives in his hands, with plenty more on a belt at his waist. "Who... who are you?" a man in about his 50's said, a nervous expression etched across his face. Tyler's face was concealed by his hood and the mask he wore. "A not so friendly visitor." he motioned to the bodies of guards outside the open door. "Now, who wants to die first?" he asked, stalking closer to the table. "I've heard about you." another government official said, "You're that assassin that everyone's looking out for." Tyler nodded, taking 3 more knives off of his belt and holding all 5 of the blades in his right hand. "Nice to see my reputation precedes me. That's good, this makes the process so much easier." Quickly, he throws all 5 of the blades with deadly accuracy at the 5 presidents. However, instead of hitting them with a deadly blow, they stop moving midair. Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Well this has never happened before." He looks back at the 5 presidents, and to his surprise, they're all frozen mid-movement. "What the heck-" Tyler begins, but before he can finish his thoughts, a bright light erupts in front of his face, and when he regains his bearings, he's no longer inside President Diaz's office, but instead an ancient looking temple that seems like it hasn't seen the light of day in a long time. In fact, the only light source Tyler can find is from the braziers that are lit around the four corners of the room. "What in Egypt is this?" he exclaims, reaching for his knives.