Testing The Power-I

The key somewhere looked familiar to Ian. He had seen it before but can't remember well when he had seen it before. Seeing how rusted the key was, Ian doubted it was a key to new rooms. The key seemed to be over twenty years old and he knew it by his experience.

"It's a key to my room," explained Elise. Now, seeing the key with brighter light, she noted the corroded color of yellowish brown with a coarse layer over the metals. The whole key that was once colored in gold, turned brown, and the one to notice this was not only her but Ian.

Ian placed his hand on his chin, folding four fingers with only his index finger tapping the side of his chin. His expression to Elise seemed as if he was thinking of something deeply with a frown. Did Ian know what she did and wh-