Prologue

South America, September 25th, 2023...

A beautiful woman with long pink hair clad in a black leather jacket, pink undershirt, jeans, and white sneakers shimmied down a rope into a stone cave.

"Need some light, Misa?" a voice from up top called out.

The pink-haired woman let loose a giggle. "I wouldn't have shimmied down if I didn't have my own light source she smiled as she pulled out a pocket flashlight from her pouch.

Shining the light around, the woman was able to spot stone carvings and ancient lettering. A path leading further in was also spotted, but this woman was not impulsive enough to just walk in blindly. Pulling out a selfie stick, she knelt down and gently tapped the floor in front of her with it.

"No booby traps here, although, I can see a skeleton up ahead. There might be traps further in," she thought.

Slowly, she began making her way down the hall. The moment she'd spot a trap, she'd carefully trigger it and mark it before proceeding onward.

Eventually, a faint orange glow began to emit from the end of the hall. Making her way to it, the woman was greeted by a large room set against the backdrop of flowing lava. Torches, drums, and skeletons garbed in ancient warrior attire littered the path to a golden throne at the edge of the room.

The woman quickly, but cautiously made her way to the throne where she saw a small table beside it, and atop the table, a gold medallion with a skull on it.

"This is it, the Pendant of Fog. Now I just have to hope removing it doesn't trigger anything," the woman thought as she grabbed the medallion with a cloth.

Boom!

The sound of a beating drum caused the woman to gasp and spin around, yet no one was there. Letting out a sigh, the woman began walking away, but the moment she did, a pair of bandaged hands suddenly latched around her waist and mouth.