The stench hits your lungs, the moment you open the door.

You are headed down the stairs, into our virtual cellar, where we keep our demons chained, here at the Shrine. ("Down, Shez ! Down, girl !") Trolls, and netcops, and other frightening creatures. Keep alert, and don't turn your back on them, not even for a second. You can see someone picking Dragonlady's bones clean in a corner over there. Yes, it is horrible. If only ... but it is too late for regrets.

The door at the bottom opens a little wider, and you find yourself inside ...