You are a young artist that turs a bit through the world, with your band, for the first time. For the next two weeks you will stay in Egypt. You give a little consent with your band. And already during the concert, you see a guy with long red hair tight back into a lose bun that is fixed with a long wand looking like stick. He also has a fang earring and some light scars across his his face. He smiles at you so warmly that you almost sing your lines wrong. After the consent you and your band do to a little bar nearby. He is also there. And he talks to you.