*The crate looks normal, it's not locked. Whatever is inside could push the lid open easily. As far as finding something, Darnell will have his choice of a tent full of tools and artifacts of all kinds.*
Darnell: *finds something to defend himself with, then will…okay, no, two things – one for defense and one to lift the lid a bit from a distance . . . will use something to get himself more than arm’s length from the crate, then lift it up a little and try to get a look inside*
*The lid lifts and he'll hear a soft cry of fear and dismay from inside.*
Darnell: *stops, lid still cracked* Hello?
Man: *............voice soft.* H-hello...?
Darnell: */huffs/ in relief* Hello. It’s okay. You’re safe now, sir. My name is Special Agent Darnell Barrett. *no idea if the guy actually speaks English, but if nothing else, his reassuring tone will be understood – sets down both items in his hands and will move to slowly lift the lid as he speaks*
Man: *wide, fear-filled eyes turn up to Darnell.* I-is it g-gone?
Darnell: Yes. I’m so sorry. *offers his hand to help the man up and out…he’s been in there for /hours/, poor guy*
Man: *he's been in there for at least a day. He takes Darnell's hand, his own shaking. He'll need help getting up, let alone out of the crate. He's looking all around as though expecting some kind of horror to jump out at them.*
Darnell: *supporting him as much as he needs, will even pull an arm around his shoulders and snug the man to his side, other arm wrapped around his waist* I know what you’re looking for. I’ve seen one before. You’re safe now. How many were there? What happened here?
Man: *looks at Darnell, studying him... He’s seen one? He’ll believe? ...He’s really safe?* Th-three. There were three. They were attacking everyone. I-I-I h-hid...I-I didn’t know what else to do...