Intent #
Parrini's reaction to the discovery and his attempt to take control/credit.
Narrative #
Footsteps thundered behind him.
"What in hell do you think you're doing?" Parrini shouted, storming into the excavation. "You weren't authorized to enter this area — let alone start digging through sealed rubble. What if you'd collapsed the site?"
He stopped. The flashlight beam hit the far wall.
"...Is that—? I mean—Yes. I told you this area had potential. Didn't I say?"
"Sure, Parrini," Ulysses thought bitterly. "Let him have it. The room didn't care who found it. They found treasure. I'm staring at a crack in time."