“Shit, Lara..” she curses herself, wincing as she cups a hand over the bleeding wound on her arm. It wouldn’t be a problem, no. It’s small. It just hurts, and she doesn’t want it to get infected.

But she’s fell into a goddamn sinkhole in the middle of the desert.

“Gotta find a way out, gotta find a— oh my god.”

She gasps, clutching her arm tighter as she’s met with one of the most magnificent tombs she’s ever seen in her life. But there’s one problem.

Where’s the body.