Ikebana Dones and the Great Adventure

Somewhere under the desert lies a temple full of locked rooms and someone has left flowerpots in every single one.

Mummies sit still and get in the way. Spiders watch four directions at once and never miss. Snakes wake up the moment you pick up the last pot. Skeletons and ghosts come after you.

No combat, no reflexes, no luck. Just a room, a plan, and the growing suspicion that you pushed that crate one square too far.