"In the depths of an ancient tomb, the medium height, medium build white man w

"In the depths of an ancient tomb, the medium height, medium build white man with short, curly black hair, white skin, brown eyes, and a goatee, is dressed in his classic yellow dress shirt, white pants, and blue sneakers. He stands beside two teenage boys, both dressed in dark blue school uniforms with yellow trim. The first boy, a slender and wiry youth with spiky black hair and a smattering of pimples across his face, clutches a purple hammer in his hand. His sharp, alert eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The second boy, a bit taller and with a more athletic build, has blonde hair that falls just above his green eyes, which are wide with a combination of fear and wonder as they focus on the ancient artifact before them. The trio has just discovered the Staff of Moses, an ancient relic resting atop a stone pedestal in the center of the dimly lit chamber. The walls of the tomb are covered in faded hieroglyphs and intricate carvings, barely visible in the flickering light from their torches. Dust and cobwebs cling to the relic, untouched for centuries, adding to the mystical aura of the moment. The man and the boys exchange glances, the weight of their discovery hanging in the air as they contemplate their next move. However, they are not alone. Lurking in the shadows at the edge of the chamber is a mysterious figure, watching their every move. He is an elderly Black man, very overweight and dressed in the same dark blue school uniform as the boys. His bald head gleams faintly in the dim light, and his face is clean-shaven, revealing the lines of age etched into his skin. Most striking of all are his eyes—glowing red with an unnatural, almost malevolent intensity. The man’s presence is unsettling, his figure blending into the darkness, save for those piercing eyes that remain fixed on the group. He observes them silently, a predator biding its time, the tension in the tomb growing thicker with every passin