55. Young Memories

Myst would walk into her room hurriedly looked around, what was honestly a mess of a room. Clothes and other objects lay scattered around the floor. While her bed was covered in more clothes, and probably a weeks worth of drink pouches. Or at least, they looked like a weeks worth. She had honestly forgotten how long they've sat there like that.

Looking around her room, she quickly began digging through the mess that was her room. Searching for the weapons she had haphazardly buried beneath a mess.

Eventually Myst would start to find her gear as she dug through her belongings. Putting them aside on her bed, as she continued to dig. Eventually finding a small box in the mess. Looking at it curiously. She would pick up the old looking box, before holding it up to her ear and shaking it. She couldn't recall for the life of her what was inside of it.