Silence

One of the servants ducks his head out the nearest window and yells at the crow below. "He's dead!"

They stare up at the servant.

The servant stares back.

"Let's. Fucking. GOOO!" One of the peasants yells out, fist raised towards the sky.

The crowd explodes into songs, cheers, and dances as people hug and kiss each other as if it were one of the king's New Years' parties (you guys aren't invited to those anymore as well.) The servants open the doors to the castle and an impromptu party begins to take place with you having no say about it. You shrug, might as let them have this. You spend a couple of minutes mingling with the people but you're unable to focus on the festivities, the key, and this generational gift your father mentioned are all that's on your mind. It's a pain and takes a while but you manage to get everyone out of the castle and continue the partying back in the town streets.

Finally alone, you try and think about what door in the castle would use such a strange and intricate key. But after a quick tour of the castle and investigating every door possible, you're unable to find a keyhole that matches. You're about to give up when you feel an invisible **** tugging at you. Leading you where? Good question. You let yourself be guided by the invisible hand. After a long walk down a couple of flights of stairs, you realize where you're being led; the family crypt. The second you reach the bottom floor the invisible **** disappears, looks like its up to you now. You pass through the (barren) wine cellar and even further past all your ancestors graves, you stop periodically at the spot where your father will rest. You put your hand on the plaque with his name engraved and chuckle to yourself.

"You really did suck huh? Hopefully, whatever's down here makes up for it.

You continue for a while past many more tombs, until you finally arrive in front of a large ominous door. You look at the key in your hands and then back at the door. You don't know why, but it feels like something beyond the door is...calling you. You walk up to the imposing door spin the key in your hand a few times and insert it into the keyhole before taking a deep breath and slowly turning it. You hear a metallic clack as the wooden door creaks with showing age. You curiously peer into the room before walking in.