Familiar handwriting.

Arwen twisted the doorknob to push it open but unlike every other room, the door for this room didn't open. She tried a few times, twisting it back and forth, but no matter how she tried, the door didn't even budge. 

She would have thought that the door had gotten jammed due to the infrequent use but given how new it looked, she heavily doubted that was the case. And if that wasn't, there only remained one possibility. 

The door was locked. 

She realized and then turned to gaze over the rest others. Her brows drawing together in confusion. 

But why is only this room locked? What's so different about this?

The question rose in Arwen's mind on its own, making her curious. And it's always known that curiosity gets the better of the people. And she was no different. She turned to look around, trying to think of ways to open the door. She was about to give Mr. Jones a call, asking him to bring her the master key when she spotted a helper around.