I storm in and... nothing.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary. The shed is full of tools and odd bits of timber are spread across the concrete floor. Along the back wall is a small carpeted area, the carpet is littered with balled up bits of paper, and has a cluttered desk at the edge of it along the back wall. Off to the left of the desk is a stack of wood that looks like it would be used for the fireplace inside the house.
"Wow! I can totally understand why he would lock all of this up. It is definitely dangerous in here!" Trey remarks sarcastically.
This doesn't make any sense.
"Why would he lock up the shed if all there is, is just tools and s**t?" I ponder aloud. I spot a small wooden box sitting on the desk, it is mostly hidden underneath old newspapers that sit on the desk but
