Apple slipped Alessia's arm into her own and stepped down the hall. It seemed strange that there weren't any other guests roaming around, but it wasn't all that surprising. Most people were sheep, anyway and rarely did anyone have any imagination, whatsoever. As they walked down the hallway, the windows came to an end and they encountered a collection of doors to the right and left of the two. Most of the doors led to simple guest bedrooms, studies, and libraries, but one particular door seemed older than the rest.

"So, tell me about yourself, Miss Falco. What do you DO for fun", she asked with a mischievous smirk. But her attention was only half on her new friend, for as they came closer to the strange door, she got a better look at it. It looked far older than the house and in fact, seemed almost ancient, with its stone frame and heavy aged wood. She pulled Alessia towards it gently. Cold air escaped from underneath... a kind of musty still air. It was certainly tempting.