The Key

"It's been a long time since I came back here"

Aryan was standing in front of a vintage house, it seemed quite old but well maintained. The wooden balcony looked especially cute.

Aryan signed and ruffled his hair, he can come here to clear out his house.

His grandfather used to live here, however he passed away peacefully in his sleep recently. In his will he wished to give the ownership of his house to him, his only remaining bloodline.

It was true Aryan was his only family, Aryan's parents had gone missing at a younger age and he was raised by his grandfather.

He left his grandfathers care when be entered college and used to come often to visit. He just hadn't expected his grandfather to die of old age. He seemed to healthy, vibrant and full of energy. Now that he was gone Aryan was now all alone. A trace of loneliness flashed in Aryan's eyes.

He took a deep breathe and took out a letter along with a key

He opened up fully and read out loud

"If you are reading this letter I am probably dead. I anticipated this so I prepared this room. Go to the master bedroom with keys and open the antique Wadrobe there. I have kept something special there for you 'winks'"

His grandfather had even winked while casually writing a letter about his possible death? Yup this was his grandfather.

Aryan signed and dangled keys from his index finger and observed it.

The key seemed quite and there were strange symbols engraved on it.

Aryan clenched and mad his way into the house.