Tis mah new character Feng Lao from Beijing, China.

Tis for meh lovely wifey 's story-majig.



Okay, scenario as to how she finds teh key. If you dun like it Jessica, I shall changeth it for joos! o3o _{(Hopefully you don't think it's to long cuz I did get a bit into it...)}

A cloud of dust filled the air as the large door was slid open. "Why do they insist on me cleaning this place today?..." Feng said between coughs as she waved the dust away with her hand. She reached for the lights but the didn't come on, "Uh huh... The electricity's out... Not surprising..." She flicked on the flashlight she'd dragged along with her and walked across the tatami mats to the far end of the room where a table sat with a busted lamp and what looked like a broken doll on top. "Uncle needs to think of removing this old storehouse since it hasn't been used in what seems like centuries..." She complained, knocking into the table and creating another cloud of dust. She walked around the dark room a bit more, examining the old boxes and trunks that lined the walls and seeing how badly the place was damaged.
A light thud sound caused her to turn around and swing the flashlight back and forth. "What the devil..." She glanced around, trying to determine what caused the noise. Her flashlight landed on one of the tatami mats on the floor. It had been pulled up slightly and was overlapping the others. "Why hello... How did you get like that?..." she murmured, walking over to the misplaced mat. She bent down and lifted it up, but stopped seeing a small hole broken through the wood floor underneath. "Oh, just perfect..." She shoved the mat farther aside and shined her flashlight down the hole. A small shine caught the beam. Curious as to what it was, she reached down and pulled up a small brass key. "Now how did you get down there..." The key seemed rather old. She replaced the tatami mat and out the key and her pocket. "Who knows what it belongs to... no point in getting rid of it..." She sighed.