HEIRS OF ATTICUS

I am the room now. The moment I opened it, it feels nostalgic. My mind made me remember some fragments of memories from the past. Nothing has changed in my room. This is still the room I grew up in. An all black painted room, tainted with some golds, and full of random posters.

I was observing the surroundings of my room until the corner of my eye noticed something. It was under my bed. I go near it, I knelt down to see what it was. I saw a box hiding under my bed. I reached for it. It is a little bit dusty. I saw...