Scar's labored breaths echoed through the dusty attic. She shook her head in disbelief and huffed a faint curse at the savage that had moved out and neglected to take all their stuff with them.
Gingerly kicking the box of junk that currently obstructed her path, she grumbled and made her way to the object of her desire- a sturdy wooden bookshelf.
She dropped her loot of prized books beside the wooden beauty and uttered a sigh of relief. As she moved to place a book on the shelf, a rusty metal object caught her eye.
It was an old key...
What should Scar do?
Option 1 : Toss the key and carry on packing the bookshelf.
Option 2: Pick up the key and examine it.
Comment below to decide the next part of the story. (The option with the most comments wins... )
Let's do this!
Of course, she has to try the second option ;)