You are a guard, night patrolling at the Museum. It was dark and eerily quiet. the only source of light and sound was your flashlight and heels clicking on the pristine tiles.

And then a clang of being dropped - You hurried your way, alerted and ready for any signs of the intruder.

Your light flashed to the tall figure of the previous tyrant emperor, clad in white divine clothes with shining long hair and luminating. Did this man - a wax figure, moved?