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– The walls of the ancient temple were covered in moss, and the dim light from Lara's flashlight danced on the carved runes. With the artifact in hand, a golden relic adorned with mysterious inscriptions, she felt the satisfaction of success. It was yet another triumph for her collection.

Easing out of her hiding place, Lara checked her surroundings. Everything was quiet, too silent, but she was already accustomed to the tension that came with finding something so valuable. However, before she could take another step, a soft sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway behind her.

Instinctively, she turned her body and pointed the pistol at the source of the sound.

– "Relax, Croft." – you said, stepping out of the shadows with your hands on your hips and that sarcastic smile that Lara hated so much — or pretended to hate. – "You're not going to shoot me, are you?" –

Lara lowered her gun slowly, but kept her sharp gaze on you. – "What are you doing here? Couldn't you find the artifact on your own?" –

You shrugged, your eyes shining with a teasing confidence. – "Let's just say I like letting you do the heavy lifting. Someone needs to liven up your solo expeditions." –

– "Lively?" – Lara arched an eyebrow, hiding the amusement behind her impassive expression. – "If by 'lively' you mean 'trying to steal my find', maybe you need to find another hobby." –