She crouched beside the stone slab, her fingers tracing the runes etched into the bones. There was something ominous about the way they glowed faintly in the dim light, something that made JJ feel as though she was disturbing something far older and more dangerous than she realized.
As she studied the markings, the air around her grew colder, the light from her lantern flickering. JJ froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Something was wrong. The crypt had been silent before, but now… now there was a presence. She could feel it, like a shadow creeping along the walls, watching her.
"Admiring the dead, are we?"
The voice sent a chill down JJ's spine. She spun around, her eyes widening in fear as a figure emerged from the shadows—.
He stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he slowly circled the room. "You've been busy," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Poking around where you don't belong."
