On a countertop, in a wooden display case, you see a cool necklace. It
looks shiny and clean, almost glowing, even though it seems to have
been there for a hundred years...
With stealthy skill (or is it cowardice? It's such a fine line), you
ease the trap door open. Gently, you lay it back without a sound. A
dusty room lies ahead. It looks deserted.