Would You Like to Pick the Lock?

Abi had never seen anything strange. It was as if the strange things were avoiding her. That was, until the day she came into contact with one. It was an invitation. And then... it spontaneously combusted... Ever since that day, Abi had felt a sorrowful kinship with the keyholes in doors. Thinking of the original owner of her current body, with a keyhole in their forehead, she shuddered. She hoped no one would try to unlock her, right?