As soon as the foreign voice hit her eardrums, Victoria gasped and jumped backwards, losing her balance on the stone rising and fell down upon the stone face that had crumbled beneath her touch moments before.<br/><br/>With a groan, one hand rubbing her head and the other her back, she managed to sit back up, but she was in pain. There was nothing gentle about that landing, much to her dismay and discomfort. “Dammit.” She grumble beneath her breath before looking around, scanning the area in utter confusion. “Is somebody there? Who said that?” Her voice rang out in an echo around the room, looking behind her and to the sides, pointing her pendant to light the darkness that surrounded her. But every time she aimed it away from the dead man in the tomb, its light would dim.<br/><br/>“How strange...” she whispered before bringing it back to the figure hanging in the box. “Perhaps it was just my imagination?” Then, once the crimson glow illuminated him, she could see that he had moved. His face was upturned...and looking right at her. For a moment, she thought her mind playing tricks on her. There was no way, he was dead. Perhaps in her surprise when she fell, she jostled him and reposition his head. Yes, that must have been it. The voice certainly couldn’t have come from him. Yet, despite her certainty in her logical reasoning, she found that she could move from where she sat, frozen in what seemed to be a staring contest with one that had no eyelids, as of waiting for something else to happen.