Tina had searched the jungle for years, following the ancient clues left by treasure hunters before her. She finally stood before the entrance to the Mystic Temple. She saw no signs of the legendary “guardian.” It must only be a myth to frighten thieves. But as Tina stepped across the threshold, she heard a low whimpering moaning sound echoing from inside. But more concerning, she felt strong vines crawling up her legs, tightly binding her wrists to her thighs and her elbows and legs together.