Beth's POV
I held the crumpled piece of cloth and looked at the patterns and lines over and over again. However, it gave me no more inspiration.
With hope, I pressed my hands on the rough trunk again, yet there was no change in the white tree. I closed my eyes, trying my best to recall what I saw. Where was it?
I grabbed Aaron's arm abruptly and said, "It was her room when she was a kid. Maybe the answer we are looking for is in there!" I held his hand, and we ran to the room at the end of the corridor.
The door of the room was on the ground. I pulled away the fragments of the table and chairs with difficulty and came to the wall I saw in the picture. After I brushed away the dust on it with my hand, sure enough, I saw a hidden triangle.