I go into the private room after the first few people have gone in, taking a few minutes to analyze the drab, dark architecture and colors. This building definitely isn’t looking to impress anyone, but it hardly seems functional either. Who the hell built this thing, and what were they thinking? My analysis doesn’t give me a single clue about what I’m getting myself into.

When I reach the bottom of the stairwell, I feel a nervous shiver sent up my back. Rows and rows of unfamiliar doors, one after another, just placed in front of me in the eerie darkness. It’s like Satan turned Hell into an office complex.

I observe the actions of my companion and follow suit, opting instead to knock on another door. “Anybody home?”