His parents had entrusted him with the code3 to the vault and now we were standing inside of it.
And it had everything!
“What’s in here, Rog?”
“That’s… trash9. Tour’s over.” He pushed me out of the vault and sealed it back up.
But I could hear the hesitation in his voice. Why would his family be storing trash in their vault? Thinking about it made me even more curious.