A man wanders through the trees, leaves crunching beneath each step. His gaze travels along the woodland floor, searching and scanning for some hidden thing. The man stops in front of a large oak, his eyes falling on a cluster of red-topped mushrooms scattered along the base of the trunk. His hand slides along the bark of the tree until it finds a small hollow. He reaches in, pulling out a small, golden key, a hint of a smile emerging on his wearied face.