Old Lady Veena began rummaging through the piles of objects scattered around her house. Boxes were stacked everywhere—some wooden, some metal, some made of cracked plastic that had long since lost its original color.
She pulled one box free and opened it.
Inside lay a red helmet identical to those worn by the Capital guards.
"Not here," she muttered, tossing it aside carelessly.
She moved to another pile, pushing aside broken lamps, old cables, and pieces of machinery that clattered loudly as they hit the floor.
"Not here…"
She opened another crate.
"Not here either…"
Her voice grew louder as her search intensified.
"Where the hell did I put it?"
Tyler and the frozen projection light flickered quietly behind her while she dug deeper into her chaotic collection.
Boxes were opened, objects thrown aside, drawers yanked loose.
Then suddenly—
"Found it!"
She let out a triumphant laugh.
