Go into the wood building
The room is smaller than it first appeared, assortments of faded
furniture strewn about careslessly. What appears to be twisted metal
and various rusty machines are piled haphazardly against the walls,
and for no apparent reason a chill runs down your spine. What catches
your attention most, however, is a wooden box in the center of the
room.
You enter the dilapidated wood building, doubting you would find
anything useful. You aren't surprised at the rather pitiful display
of furniture, but the rest of the room catches your attention. The
entire room is dim, and in some places engulfed in complete darkness.
One section of the roof has fallen in, the dusty and worm-eaten wood
blocking your path. Dust swarms in the pale light streaming through
the hole, and you notice how all the shadows in the room seem oddly
out of place. Subconciously, you reach into your pocket and close
your fist around the shiny black stone. It feels unnaturally warm
against your palm as you advance cautiously.
