Prying open the door of that old, boarded up church gives way to a bright, white light. As you enter, you see rows and rows of filing cabinets and boxes in the middle of the vaulted room. Why are your parent's names on these files? Why are yours?
A couple of props for a scene currently in progress. Going for a late 80s to mid 90s vibe. Tried to add some simple narrative to the texturing while quickly churning these assets out. Planning ahead a little can go a long way.