The third door has nothing appealing or revolting about it. It’s just a door, standing in the wall. The other two, however, seem to emanate trouble. You reflect for a moment on what else you might expect in the a place like this, but you shake the thought away and step boldly into the third door, feeling strangely confident that you’ve made the right choice.
The door opens and leads you into a long, barely lit hallway. This seems strange to you. For some reason, you were expecting a flash of light and a trip into a devilish pocket dimension, like the ones Hannah described. The hallway faces you, though, and is merely that. A hallway.
You step into it, a little warily, then build confidence and walk a bit faster, holding your head up high, confident that you’ll find Amy in no time. Your high head, though, prevents you from seeing a nearly invisible square outline in the floor that you might have otherwise seen, if you’d been more cautious. You step exactly in the center of the square, and just as you’d expect in a dungeon like this, the square shifts, comes loose, and falls through the floor. |