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Using the poker like a crowbar, you pry at the safe. At first it stubbonly resists, then with a loud "POP!" the door drops to the floor. Eagerly you feel you way around the inside of the dark safe, expecting the clink of gold coins or stacks of paper money.
Disappointed, you pull out one yellow, faded piece of paper. You examine as best you can in the moonlight filtering through the dusty window. Although you can't make out the details, it looks like a map!
You push the map into your pocket and, feeling strangely guilty, replace the picture over the doorless safe.
You are in the master bedroom. What a depressing place!