Unfinished

His reminiscence of what happened that night doesn’t help at all. Although the sequence is still fresh in his memories, he just couldn’t figure how to unlock the trunk. It just wouldn’t open even though he had punched in the right numbers. There must a key to it, he muttered to himself, while he starts to look for any possible key hole.    

Then the lights in the room begin to flicker. First thing that comes to his mind was that this is the only warning sign when it happened the last time.

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