You dress quickly, reaching the hotel lobby at the same time as Robert Leach and a handful of others. You all rush into the street and surround the dead man.
"Sihuanaba," gasps Frederik, the hotel's owner. "It was the Sihuanaba!"
"What's that?" asks Leach.
"The Sihuanaba, she is a spirit who lives to tempt the unfaithful," says Frederik, visibly terrified. "The Sihuanaba lures men from afar with her beauty, and draws them close to her—close enough to see her face, for to look upon the face of the Sihuanaba is to look upon undiluted horror. No man or woman can see such a thing and live." He looks down at the man on the ground. "This one was just a tourist here. From Athens, I think."
You glance across at where the Sihuanaba disappeared into the trees. It must still only be a short distance away from you.