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[9 PM]

Inside an old dilapidated floor of an abandoned half-ruined house. A young man that is wearing a black hoodie and black with white stripe khaki pants is currently climbing a pile of cement and metal scraps that are strewn around. He got a raven black hair covering half of his face with his hood on his head, a white-like creamy dessert skin (which is unfortunately covered, with dirt, dust, soot, and rust). His whole body is currently lit up by the moonlight coming from a gaping hole in the cement rooftop.

[POV]

[10:58 PM]

Ryan slowly and meticulously opens a lock of an old-looking intricate wooden box with a handmade flimsy picklock that he bought from a friend.

"DAMN IT!" He swore for the fourth time when he felt the tip he was holding on, snap when his fingernail and the force he was using accidentally bent it where the metal is the thinnest and the most fragile.

"This lock." He glared at the dark purple lock that prevents him from opening the silver wooden box while pulling out the rest of the picklock that is stuck inside the lock. He then threw it beside him while his other arm rummaged inside one of his hoodie pockets for another pick.

*Crash* *rumble*

Lightning suddenly struck a nearby tree, setting it on fire while Storm clouds slowly drifted overhead, blocking the starlit night sky, Making his great nighttime endeavor dreary.

*drizzle*

"Great." he sarcastically spoke while looking at the now heavily showering sky in disdain before removing his hood, letting his black shaggy hair out of its confinement and letting it soak in the heavy rain that is pouring in from a huge hole on the roof for a while. Feeling the pitter-patter of rain on his face. He chuckled to himself before inspecting his clothes.

Clothe's soaking heavy and his mood instantly turned sour.

He slowly scoots to the drier part of the attic and place the wooden box he is carrying on top of a Green Rectangular Neapolitan Plastic Table. He carefully inserted his last pick inside the keyhole attempting to unlock it again while praying to any gods to not let his last pick snap.

He slowly calmed his racing heart when he saw his hands noticeably shaking in nervousness. 'This is my only chance to help her' he thought to himself ' and my last chance to have a better life' He added before steeling his wavering willpower. He carefully fiddled with the lock with a hard metal stick with a flat head, while feeling for any pins that he can move using the other thin and flat metal pin with a bent end which is deep inside the keyhole.

Tick

He slowly and gently turned the inserted pin clockwise when he felt a pin inside the keyhole retract.

*tick*

He felt a force stopping him from turning it around more, which made him click his tongue.

*tick*

Holding the position where the turned lock at. He started feeling again for a pin that accidentally dropped again, which made the turning keyhole stop.

*rattle **tick*

His slowly sweating forehead, quivering lips, and unconscious biting of the bottom of his lips. He finally found it and pushed it up out of the groove.

*tick*

After finally pushing what he hopefully wished is the last pin.

*rumble* *Crash*

He ignored the huge chunk of falling cement ceiling that broke half of the attic.

*tick*

He continued to turn it clockwise with more care to that he didn't imagine he had in him.

*Click*

The audible click of the lock rang inside his focused mind shocking him to the core; ignoring the biting cold of the strong winds and rainwater that pelted him in the middle of his lock picking.

"HELL YEAH!! " He yelled in excitement and pulled his soaked hoodie off of his body, throwing it away with the now broken lockpick. He doesn't know how he's currently feeling right now. But His guest is. it is the exhilarating feeling of success after conquering a difficult obstacle with his future at stake, and he completely loved it.

He then grabbed the box, off the table and carried it over his head with his two hands, before he quickly ran into the open part of the attic which is half broken now, because of the nonstop and strong winds.

*whoosh* *drizzle*

Ignoring the wind. He continued to run for a bit before sliding to a halt when he saw a steep slope of cement floor with dozens of metal rebar sticking out of it and the ledge leading to a huge drop that will ensure you get a broken bone or ruptured blood vessel snuffing his flame excitement and happiness out.

*thunder* *drizzle*

He slowly surveyed the slope for a safe descent. He is currently on the third floor of an abandoned ruins house in the middle of a ghost town.

"Dangerous." He mused to himself while lowering the wooden box to his chest.

He then sat cross-legged and placed the box between his legs, not bothering to move away from the huge drop and steep slope.

"Better open this now. " slowly opened the wooden box.

*creak*

Metal hinges crying out, thunder and downpour intensifying. His hand slowly opened the top letting some light and rain water enter the box. While he is opening the box. A shadowy figure silently slithers behind him that is oblivious to its presence.

*"Gaaah!!" He cried out in pain when the inside of the box suddenly lit up, blinding him and startling him. Looming behind him. The figure suddenly moved its arms forward towards his back.

"aye!!" A high-pitched female voice suddenly rang behind him before being pushed off the ledge with the big drop, making him careen forward.

*whoosh*

"Wha- "