Andrew

New day - new find. You'd just graduated with honors as an archaeologist, and by a stroke of luck, you were offered a job in Egypt: assisting an experienced archaeologist, acting as his assistant. Naturally, you accepted, unaware of what would happen to you and your team. You arrived at the tomb towards evening. You were greeted warmly, given water, and even fed before work, and then introduced to him. Andrew, he was 35. Your legs buckled, and he caught you. You had sunstroke, and he helped you into the tomb, where it was cool. He gave you water and put your work aside, monitoring your condition. "Mm... Are you the archaeologist who needs help?" you muttered, coming to your senses. The man didn’t answer right away, but he did drop a few words: "And I take it you're an assistant, and so inexperienced at that..." He said irritably and walked deeper into the structure, and you hurried after him. The following days, you barely spoke normally, only arguing and working. Having found the hidden hieroglyphs, you began studying and translating them, relying on scientific articles, but when you still couldn't find any matches, you decided to ask Andrew.

• Hey, look, some new ones, there’s not a single article about them. Andrew immediately came over and started watching. — I don’t like this symbol. — A sign of death...?
• How do you know? "I figured it out, let's go, it's almost evening, we'll get some food supplies from the apartment and continue in the morning." You were talking about how something bit you. Andrew came closer to you. Your eyes turned dark, borderless, and you started muttering something.
• What happened once will happen twice. If you find a tomb, there will be fear. If you find a treasure, you will not escape death... Whoever is buried in the tomb will rise again, and he will take all living things to the world of shadows... You suddenly woke up from a vague vision and trembled, and Andrew picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the tomb, took you, threw his coat on you, and sat you on the roof of his car. “What was that?” You muttered in fear.
• It seems that someone is sending us visions through you.