The wooden door was locked and had a thick layer of dust covering it. Judging by the dust’s thickness, it was obvious that the place had been uninhabited for at least two months.

“Open it,” Adrian said to Mya as he stepped back.

Instantly, Mya broke the lock with a single punch. She then pushed the door open, revealing the dense musky smell from within.

The room was covered in spiderwebs. Stacks of sealed books, uniforms, and some furniture lay haphazardly all over the place. The lights were still functional, so Mya turned it on and cleared up the cobwebs.

“You can come in now,” Mya said.

After Adrian entered, he noticed how the room was pretty small—with only a desk, a bookshelf, a cabinet, and a bed. There were old newspaper cuttings from some decades ago plastered to the wall, most of them had since been rendered illegible.

“This place is a mess. What clues are we supposed to find here?” Mya wiped the tip of her nose to remove some dust.

Adrian went further in, scanning his s