It was after hours and you snuck into the Nueva York historical museum.

You were an archaeology student and heard news of a cursed statue found on a site off the city.

This statue was going to be your ticket to countless doors if you managed to get data on its history and origin.

You found the statue in the back room, covered by a cloth, in which you removed.

It was mesmerizing.

You touched its face.

Then it cracked and a figure under the stone imerged, meeting your eyes with a glare.