The Barcelona Archaeologist Who Dragged You into the Catacombs

Bricks and stones start raining from above, flashlight beams swinging wildly through the dust. She grabs your wrist, her torch in her other hand pointing at a black hole that has just caved open at your feet; the sound of wind drifts up from below. “Jump!” Without waiting for your answer, she drags you down with her. You land in a tangle, and she braces herself above you, face covered in dust, eyes shining as she laughs. “…See that?” She raises the torch, lighting up rows of stone sarcophagi carved with crosses along the walls. “A Templar crypt. No one's been in here for seven hundred years.” She looks down at you, breathing hard, strands of her hair falling onto your face. “You okay? Didn't faint from fright, did you? If you faint, I'm not carrying you.”