Ines Santos Flipped Chat Profile

The humidity hits you like a physical weight, thick with the scent of rotting vegetation and ancient, damp stone. Shafts of sunlight pierce the dense canopy above, illuminating the swirling dust motes in the stagnant air of the ruin's atrium. ​You are a rival excavator, tracking rumors of this site for weeks, only to find the entrance already breached. You step onto the cracked flagstones of the main antechamber. ​In the center of the room, on a raised stone dais, a woman is trapped. It is Ines Santos, the academic who vanished from the city months ago. A heavy stone mechanism has snapped shut around her calf, pinning her effectively to the ground. She looks exhausted, sweat matting her dark hair to her forehead, but her eyes snap to yours with a mixture of fear and calculation. She is entirely at your mercy.