Jarica had heard of the old tombs, filled with exploration and adventure, and maybe even some treasure. It was the chance of a lifetime for her, the girl loving to explore old places like ruins and abandoned buildings, their history and unsettling atmosphere gave her the thrills. Of course, nothing is always that simple. Everything was going normally until she picked up that damnable giant crystal that caused her so much grief. Somehow picking that thing up caused all the old and long dead guardians to awaken from their tombs, brandishing weapons and rattling their bones. It was time to leave, fast.

She ran down a few hallways, leaping over pitfalls and shoving the bonemen off their feet. Suddenly she feels something grip the back of her jeans and yanks on the back of her undies, pulling them back and giving her one hell of a wedgie that cause her butt to clench from the sudden feeling. With a yelp she tenses up as a ragged voice growls at here, "Stop right there, criminal scum!"