Sweat is dripping from your forehead. It’s humid, dark and everything in your body hurts but you’ve never felt better! After years of research you believe you’ve finally found the underground Temple of Ozomatzin, the greatest ruler of the Aztec Empire. The stories told about the temple were numerous. Most people that had found and entered the temple were never seen again, supposedly killed by snakes. But stories also spoke of the Eye of Aztec, supposedly the largest diamond that ever existed.
You first heard about the temple from your history teacher James van Dyk. He was obsessed with the Temple.
James argued that even if the chance that it actually exists is a mere 1%, it would be worth a lifetime of searching. During your internship with him, you got to be a little obsessed yourself.
James left for Mexico by himself. He reported back to you regularly and spoke of a breakthrough. That was the last you ever heard from him. It was enough reason for you to move to Mexico. You’ve been living in the jungle for four years and haven’t been back to your hometown Grand Fenwick since. The same goes for your team, a group of brilliant students turned treasure hunters.
All the hard work and sacrifices have brought you here, 30 feet underground, in the heart of the Mexican jungle. Though you realize the Eye of Aztec is close, the most dangerous part of the journey lies before you. You believed in the existence of the temple, so why not believe that the rest of the myth is true? The Eye of Aztec was to remain buried forever unless the chosen one were to find it. So when the emperor and diamond were buried, the Aztecs made ingenious puzzles to make sure the unworthy would never reach it. If by chance somebody did, the stories on what would happen next are not very promising. Snakes would be released and rooms would collapse. Given the fact you don’t consider yourself the “chosen one,” but rather a historian with a big imagination, you can’t help but worry.
There is a stone door in front of you showing the sign of the Aztec. You explain to your group that the Aztecs’ most sacred number was 360. Their calendar had 360 days, and their art and holy script was always crafted on a round stone, a perfect 360 degrees. As soon as that door was opened, legend had it, a drop of water would start dripping into some sort of device at the rate of a snake’s heartbeat. Once full, all hell would break loose. Given the fact that a snake’s heart beats at 1 beat per second and the device will be filled in a perfect 3,600 drops, there are exactly 3,600 seconds to get out or die . . .
A second after you enter the tomb, the stone door falls shut. You’re trapped and you hear drops falling . . .