Lament

   Blake walked up the steps of an eerie old house, hoping no one was currently residing there. Ellie followed him, Rose next to her. There was no doorbell, so Blake knocked. There was no answer. He tried the handle next, and to their surprise, it was open. The moment they walked in, the oak-wooded floor creaked loudly underneath a dusty, velvet-red floor tapestry. "So much for hospitality." Ellie said, warily continuing into the house and up the stairs in front of her. "Wait, Elle.", Blake said, worried about her. Rose smiled. "You're so protective of her, it's almost cute.", she said, following Ellie. Blake reluctantly followed behind. "Wanna check the master's quarters first?", Blake asked. "Sounds alright, I suppose.". Replied Ellie. Ellie peeked through nearly every room and eventually found the master bedroom. She and Blake both stepped in, but Rose was nowhere to be found. "No one's been here in ages.", Blake joked, "Would it kill them to dust just a tad?" Ellie was not paying any attention to him. Instead, her eyes were fixed on a strongbox resting upon a dresser. "Ellie?", Blake poked. Blake noticed her staring at the strange box and joined at her side. "Whatcha' lookin' at, love?"