章節 91: WHO I'M I?

I couldn’t budge it open no matter how hard I tried. My hands strained against the stubborn lock of the unlabeled box, and my frustration grew with every failed attempt. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and the fact that this box was the cleanest thing in that attic didn't make it any easier. The box looked as if it was clearly touched recently. But maybe, just maybe, that was one of the biggest mistakes I’d ever made.

Determined, I rummaged through the attic, looking for anything I could use—a clip, a hairpin, anything. I found an old hairpin tucked away in the corner. Tip: don’t believe what you see in movies—hairpins do not work.

Desperate, I grabbed a spanner and started hammering at the lock. With each strike, my determination hardened. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the lock gave way with a loud crack. I sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off my brow, and sat on the dusty floor.