You enter into what used to be a child’s playroom. All the toys are scattered everywhere like someone was in an epic battle with cowboys before they just vanished. All of the toys were hand-made out of mostly wood.
In the middle of the room was a giant circular train track. The train however was not on the track itself. It had run the rails and was tipped over and broken up into six different sections. It seems there were no survivors of that rail accident.
There was also a giant wooden rocking horse in one of the corners of the room. It was painted baby blue with yellow polka dots. There were dried-out leather reins that had seen better days.
This room did not have just one wooden chest toy box but eight of them. Each of them was filled almost to the point the lids could not close. You did your best to search through a few of them. You only found more wooden toys like spinning tops, horses, building blocks, and a net to catch butterflies with.
The room also had a giant bookshelf in it. All of the books were quite faded by time and mostly seemed to be about children's fairy tales. You found it a bit disturbing in between go red spot and can you find the postman the entire collection of grim looking tales was just sitting there.
While the room looked like it was a warzone everything seemed to have its chaos and order about it. It was clear this room had a lot of laughing, crying, and learning thought the decades as different generations grew up in this house.
The one thing you did not find was a key needed for the lockbox you were holding. Sure you found a few wooden keys for children's toys and boxes. Nothing however that had the same key bitting that would be needed to open the lockbox.
You decided to check some other rooms.