"Woah."
There was a whole junkyard here.
"S-Sven?" I called, my voice echoing.
It was damp up here. There was no light as I stared around, my head the only part of my body inside the attic. Carefully, I climbed in and almost immediately, my foot bumped against something solid.
"S-Sven!" I called again.
I got no answer, but all of a sudden, sunlight flooded the attic. I looked around in amazement. There were all sorts of things here. Tables, chairs, broken beds, buckets, hanging lights, glass ornaments, photos, frames- everything.
As I walked towards the light, I saw Sven's shadow cast up along the wall to my right. He was sweeping the wooden floor, his back to me. Silently, so as not to disturb him, I turned away and approached the large window which allowed in all the light.
