Moving a heavy box, Eliza wipes sweat off her forehead. She has been cleaning out her grandparents’ attic for almost three hours now. They have always been something like pack rats, keeping anything and everything they have found. Though, now that her grandfather has passed and her grandmother is moving into a retirement home, everything has to go.

Grabbing another box, something that was propped against it fell onto the floor, sending a flurry of dust at the teen girl. This triggers a coughing fit as she tries to get the cloud of dust out of her lungs. A small wooden box tumbles onto the floor with a small thud.

Curiously looking at the box, she can’t remember ever seeing it before. She has cleaned her grandparent’s house multiple times, but never came across this box. It’s very ornate looking, the has seen its years of wear and tear. An elegant design is etched into the side, being held shut by a small golden lock.

It’s very fancy considering how small it is. Eliza ponders what could be inside. Could it be jewelry, a special memento, some fancy hair pin? Glancing around the room, she doesn’t see a key that would open the box. What she does spot is a small hammer. A thought immediately pops into her head, but she shakes it out. This belongs to her grandparents, she can’t just break it open. Placing the box in her pocket, she goes to the kitchen and eats her dinner.

After eating, she returns to the attic, grabbing the hammer from the ground. Setting the box on the table, she takes aim at the lock. Letting out a few lighter hits, the hammer glances off, striking the table. Getting irritated, she aims carefully, slamming down on the lock. A loud twang rings out as the lock breaks, clanging on the table. Satisfaction washes over the teen’s face as she sets down the hammer. With a overt nimbleness, she flips the latch.