I have it! The Idol!

Yes that's right Satipo. For a moment, I look back at Jones, the full horror of his predicament flooding across his face. Yes, I think. That's what you get for your troubles. I run, sprinting through the chamber.

I try to remember all the challenges. First, a spider-filled cavern. Then I room with walls made of spikes. That's where we saw the corpse. Then a hole covered by a web. Then the darts and the tiles. The weight switch. The rubble falling. I walk into the next room, and only remember that it's the room with the spike wall when I stagger into the sunlight.

I cry out as with a clang the spikes emerge from the walls, slamming together in the centre of the chamber like the jaws of some monster. Impaling me between them.