The wood creaked, and the officers managed to widen the opening enough to peer inside. A collective gasp escaped Son and Han as the hidden truth was revealed. Within the dark recesses lay a forgotten relic—a small, rusted chest, untouched by time but covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. It seemed impossible that such a thing could cause so much disturbance, yet its presence emanated an undeniably eerie aura.

Son shifted uneasily, clutching his baby tighter. “What is it?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The officers exchanged a glance before slowly sliding the chest out, careful not to damage its fragile structure.

The room felt frozen in time as the officers worked the latch open. The air seemed to still, holding its breath in unison with the anxious family. With a soft click, the latch gave way, and the lid creaked open, revealing its contents.