Konsa found very little, but at the last drawer he looked in was filled with pictures. It seemed like keepsakes, Konsa didn't find anything of value to him. But the picture was of interest, he picked it up. Konsa examined it, peering at it before flipping it over. He sighed, setting it back inside before closing the drawer. He made sure to leave everything has it had been before. He stepped away from the desk and took a glance around the room. Konsa had slowly begun to feel trapped, like he does when he stays inside and unfamiliar place for too long. He went to the window, opening it and sticking his head out. He breathed in the fresh air, hoping to see the sun arriving soon.