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Of being home. And that was when it happened. As she looked up at him, at the four corners of the cross, suddenly, she was awestruck by a revelation: as she looked closely, she noticed four large locks. One in each corner. Each holding Jesus’s pegs in place. She examined each lock, and saw that each contained a keyhole.

he said, but his voice held no certainty. I turned to Claire, my heart pounding. “If it’s a code, how do I unlock it? What do I do?” She hesitated, her eyes darting to Liam, then back to me. “You need a trigger. Something your father would’ve used—a phrase, a place, something personal.” Before I could respond, a low thud echoed from the warehouse’s main floor, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Slow, deliberate, like the ones in the hospital hallway. My blood ran cold.

Timotheus was confused for a while. “Or the letters since the numbers were in successive form.” Xol suggested. “Let's settle with the letters,” Ferran decided. “1… 2… 3…” Blair counted and they ended up with a certain word. “...world.” Czaquira immediately wrote the word beside the codes. “Rom… Rom… Romans 12:12!” Timotheus quickly found verse and counted again. “Hope,” She said. “Second Corinthians?” Ferran asked while looking at the last one they needed to decipher.

And then there, on the table, Marcelo spotted a set of keys. It had to be one of them. He grabbed them as fast as he could, hurriedly trying them on her shackles. "Come on! Per l'amor del cielo! Aprire." Marcelo said anxiously as none of the keys had worked thus far. "Jasmine, please don't leave me. Per favore chicca!" Marcelo pleaded as tears streamed down his soot covered face. His clothes wear torn or burned in several areas, the heat suffocating. Yet, he continued to try the keys, one after another. Mercifully, the last key entered with ease, freeing Jasmine's arm. Marcelo gently grabbed a hold of her while he freed her other arm.

Grandma Isla leans in as Aviva starts pressing the buttons, which unlocks new buttons with new symbols. “What are you doing?” I ask, sudden worry spinning through my brain. “Aviva?” “It’s just math,” she murmurs under her breath. “These are numbers, not words or letters. It’s a numerical puzzle.” I glance at Grandma, who gives me a, “I have no idea what's going on,” shrug. A sharp crunch echoes through the room when Aviva pushes one last button, and the cryptex cracks open, the stone crumbling in the palm of Aviva’s hand.

Just a matte-black surface with an embossed emblem: a mirror, cracked through the center. Isolde moved slowly. She opened the book again, The Widow of the Glass House. The page with the hidden red ink. Her eyes scanned the bottom margin. There… a nursery rhyme. Written in Vivienne’s looping script, but underlined twice. “Say the name that has no sound, Where mirrors break and truth is bound.” She said it aloud. The room didn’t move. Penelope frowned. “That’s not a lockphrase.” Isolde kept reading. “Speak it only once at night,

“And it plugs every hole, seals every breach.” Rhea laughed sharply, a sound laced with derision. “You are a poet in bad boots, wolf—charming in your delusion.” He grinned unperturbed, a spark of humor lightening the gloom. “She likes them— that's what counts.” “I don’t,” Vera quipped, her lips twitching toward a reluctant smile despite the gravity. “Focus,” I warned, though my own mouth softened briefly, a flicker of warmth amid the storm. I initiated the lock sequence, eight sigils responding to my touch with glowing obedience. The prism dimmed, its light deepening like secrets submerged in ocean depths.

It seems she is someone who he fears more than respect. "Ok, we'll get to that later, now tell me what's that code and where's the money." He pants as he groans and looked into my eyes before continuing. "That code is one of the H-HQ codes that can be used to u-unlock almost all of their encrypted data. It w-won't be easy to ha-hack into it but as long as you know the t-three lock code that's held by the top three me-members you c-can unlock it. You can look for who they are in Lost Eden."

It's unlocked with a fingerprint. Ryker furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and his expression turned solemn gradually. "What do you mean?" Deirdre said, "I can't explain it clearly. Brendan got drunk, grabbed my hand, and he placed it on the side of the coded lock on the edge of the study. Then, I heard a 'crack', and the secret tunnel opened. "I didn't manage to give it one more try at the time, but if I'm not mistaken, the secret tunnel is unlocked using my fingerprint."

In the corner of a tree I noticed another piece of paper. I'm getting tired of this honestly. I took the note and read it: "Take the hammer down here and keep walking. It is a tool that will help you find the answers." I looked down, sure enough, there was a hammer on the ground. I bent down and picked it up. I kept going straight ahead until I finally hit something. There was a hut in front of me, but it was dilapidated and kind of falling down. Would I have to go in there? I heard the sound of crows flying around the house. At the entrance there was a trunk. I guess the hammer is to open it. I advanced to the trunk, kneeling down. It was sealed with a padlock. I hit the lock several times