[ they both enter the darkness of the theater, and then --

both of them feel a yank on the back of their shirts as they enter. all at once they're falling from one type of darkness to another entirely. if both of them explored the House of Mirth it might be familiar --

It's dark down here, in the dungeon, and the wall sconces are unlit; the only light source is from the hallway. In the dim light, though, you can see a handful of barred cells against one stone wall with fixtures for manacles. There's a drain set into the floor, in the middle, around which the floor is stained a darker color and is… sticky? The air is cold, and stale.

Against the wall next to the door is a set of shelves and some hanging hooks, as well as two simple wooden chairs, one of which looks like it's seen better days. Someone's left a jacket on one of the hooks. The shelves contain mostly ordinary household tools—a pair of scissors, a hammer, some pliers, a coil of rope.



-- the main thing is, when they both land, they'll find manacles slamming onto their wrists, binding them to hooks on the wall. ]