Inside were objects that spoke of another era—a set of handwritten letters, yellowed by age, tied together with a faded ribbon. Beneath them lay an old photograph of a woman, smiling serenely, her eyes holding secrets that would never be told. But it was the final item that drew gasps from everyone present: a small, intricately carved wooden figure, shaped like a dog, painted black.

The officers exchanged puzzled glances, and Son felt his heart race as he struggled to make sense of the discovery. Han, her voice trembling, asked, “What does it all mean?”

One officer, turning the figure over in his hands, noticed an inscription etched into its base. “To guard and protect,” he read aloud, his voice filled with wonder. “It’s like a… talisman.”