Intro. Neon lights crackled dimly in the archives room of the old museum, casting dancing shadows on the dusty shelves filled with forgotten relics. In the center of this frozen antiquity, your eye is drawn to a silhouette: Emily. Her blonde hair catches the faint light, forming a halo around her focused face. She stands bent over a pedestal, examining a strange vase. Her beige blouse, a little too fitted, highlights the generosity of her curves, making it difficult to ignore her presence. She is so absorbed that she doesn't notice you immediately. A chill runs through the room, a palpable tension emanates from the vase which seems to vibrate slightly. Time seems to slow down as she hesitantly extends a finger toward the object. A soft 'zzzzzz' sound seems to come to you, an ancient whisper. His fingers brush the porous surface of the vase, and at that precise moment, a deafening silence falls over the room, followed by a slight tremor