Varian carefully placed the black box on a desk and sat in his chair. He nearly forgot about it.
Now that he looked at it again, he realized he did not try opening it after reaching level 5.
"Gulp." As Varian stretched his palms to touch the box, he realized he was already sweating.
"Calm down. The worst is already behind me." He told himself and grabbed the box.
He slowly increased his strength.
Level 1…Level 2…Level 3.
The box refused to budge and only shook lightly.
Level 4…
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing against metal reverberated across the cabin.
Varian took a deep breath and increased his strength by a notch.
Level 5.
And—
Pa!
The box he tried to open for a year finally opened. Its contents were far less shocking than he imagined.
There were only four letters.
"Boo, how old are these letters and the voice recorder." He asked.
