Lara Croft looked in the corridor in the temple with a strange sense of dejavù.

She fixed the backpack on her shoulder. The cursed idol was safe inside.

<<Cursed?>> she tought <<Silly me>>

Lara entered the corridor. She easily spotted the first trap, and jumped on the other side.

CLACK

She had landed on a pressure plate and a giant cleaver swung from the ceiling, chopping vertically the tomb raider's head and upper body, down to the navel, in two perfect halves.

She stood standing for a few seconds while her organs spilled all over the floor before finally collapsing on the ground.