Balamkú

Campeche Region, Mexico.

Dear archaeologist,

As a former student of my father, you will know that he was a renowned archaeologist who devoted his life to studying the ancient Mayan civilization. He believed that only by learning its secrets in detail could we understand the origins of humanity. However, on one of his trips to Chichén Itzá almost 50 years ago, he disappeared without a trace for more than three months. When he finally returned, he was not himself... He was absent, he became a paranoid recluse... He never spoke about what had happened to him on that expedition... He just repeated a strange word over and over again: “Balamkú, Balamkú, Balamkú...”

All my life I thought my father was crazy, until he passed away two months ago. And I say “until two months ago” because, on his deathbed, he looked me in the eyes and confessed the meaning of that word. At that moment, I knew he was referring to “that” which had affected him so much during that expedition. And from the way he said it, I knew I had to continue his legacy. But I can't do it without your help. I know my father taught you everything he knew about the Mayan civilization. And I know that together, we can uncover the secret of Balamkú.

Gather your team and come see me. I promise a good reward if we find something of value.