As if challenging whatever lay beyond. The officer followed Ink’s gaze, curiosity transforming into trepidation. He reached into the crack cautiously with a gloved hand, feeling around the edge. His face stiffened as his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic.
“There’s something in here,” he announced to his partner, who promptly joined him on the floor. Using the beam from their flashlights, they worked together to carefully pry open the concealed space. The atmosphere in the room grew tense, anticipation mixed with a palpable fear of the unknown.
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.
