In the pitch-black night, there was not a sound to be heard. It was freezing cold, enough to make one's teeth chatter.
At this moment, Fatty held a flashlight in one hand and a diary in the other, shivering uncontrollably. It was hard to tell whether it was due to the cold or fear. His teeth desperately wanted to chatter, but Fatty gritted them and held back. He stared intently at the three words on the diary in his hand, too afraid to make a sound or move.
Look above...
Above... What was there?
He strained his neck to look up, but just then, something fell out from between the pages of the diary.
The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground made Fatty shiver violently again. He glanced sideways at the floor. A key lay quietly by his foot, glistening.
This must be the key to this door! Fatty thought. If I get this, I can open the door. As he thought this, he suddenly bent over and snatched the glistening key at his feet with lightning speed.
