text: [Themes: Horror, health inspector]
  
  > Go down
  The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death.
  
  You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling.
  
  At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed mostly of particle board. Sofia lies in state.
  
  You can also see a severed left foot and a severed right foot here.
  
  > take left foot and right foot
  severed left foot: Taken.
  severed right foot: Taken.
  
  > put the left arm on Sofia
  Almost before you release it, the left arm wriggles snakelike into location near the woman's shoulder. Muscle and sinew, then skin all regenerate between the disjointed limb and body. The air crackles. Your nose burns with the stench of cauterized flesh.
  
  The woman flexes her left arm. She coos, "it still tingles. But Darling, you must still bring me my hand."
  
  > put the right arm on Sofia
  You hear a sudden crack, like bone breaking in reverse. Skin and tissue then grow over the freshly attached right arm at stop-action speed.
  
  The woman flexes her right arm. She coos, "it still tingles. But Sweetie, you must still bring me my hand."
  
  > put the left leg on Sofia
  The left leg doesn't fit into its socket at quite the right angle. Sofia grimaces as it twists into place. The skin which grows over is purple and gangrenous. But not a moment later the gangrenous stench has disipated and the skin color fades to a mottled bruise.
  
  The woman flexes her left leg. She coos, "it still tingles. But Darling, you must still bring me my foot."
  
  > put the right leg on Sofia
  Sofia looks with excitement as you lower the final limb into her coffin. She leans toward you so that the right leg locks into exactly the right place. The air crackles more loudly than before, filling the entire room with the smoke and stench of cauterization.
  
  The woman flexes her right leg. She coos, "it still tingles. But Sweetie, you must still bring me my foot."
  
  > put left foot on Sofia
  The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working leg.
  
  A large rat turns to look at you, then runs away.
  
  > put right foot on Sofia
  The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working leg.
  
  Sofia says, "I like when you talk to me."
  
  > put the left hand on Sofia
  The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working arm.
  
  > put the right hand on Sofia
  The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working arm.
  
  Sofia's body levitates out of her coffin until she has risen nearly to the ceiling. Then she rotates upright to face you, still suspended at least four feet above the ground.
  
  "You have done good work today, my little hero. And since I fancy you, I will now help you escape."
  "You are a sharp fellow. By now I expect you've figured out the situation on your own and I don't have to belabor my strained relationship with Nikolai. We are both, to put it crudely, vampires. When I moved into the neighborhood a few years ago, he still had the power to subordinate me. But I knew he was being weakened by diabetes and it would not be long before I would inherit his territory.
  Nikolai knew this as well. So to prevent my challenge to his dominance he had me abducted and slaughtered."
  
  Sofia smiles. "Now, I suppose, is the time for my revenge." She levitates out of this location to the dish room, then out of sight.
  
  > Go up
  On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the darkness.
  
  You step cautiously around the open drain cover.
  
  A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is open.
  
  The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, with a stainless steel dish table on either side.
  
  On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware).
  
  > look in crate
  The particle board crate is empty.
  
  > Go south
  Angela is dead on the floor, her life force sucked dry. Blood and other pieces of Nikolai are scattered around the room as if he had swallowed a hand grenade. The front door is blasted open. Yet there was no hand grenade which did this. The largest part of his remains have landed on a table. Sofia levitates magically above them, lapping the blood from his various wounds.
  
  She is, at present, unaware that you've entered the room.
  
  The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his office entrance.
  
  On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here.
  
  An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door.
  
  Angela lies dead on the floor.
  
  Nikolai's remains are scattered throughout the room.
  
  Sofia hovers several feet above the dining room tables, lapping blood from Nikolai's remains.
  
  > Examine remains
  Nikolai's Remains cover nearly every exposed surface of the room.
  
  > examine the mirror
  In the mirror you see The window is scratched, but intact.
  
  An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door.
  
  Angela lies dead on the floor.
  
  About twelve tables are closely spaced within the small location.
  
  Dozens of identical chairs are pushed snug against the four top tables.
  You also see yourself, Nikolai and Sofia.
  
  > Go south
  You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street.
  A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. The front entrance is north of you.
  
  The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically.
  A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak.
  
  An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door.
  
  > take the placard
  That seems to be a part of the front door.
  
  > break the window
  The window shatters, dropping shards of glass on both sides.
  
  > take the letter opener
  Taken.
  
  You hear the wail of distant sirens.
  
  > Go north
  The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his office entrance.
  
  On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here.
  
  An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door.
  
  Angela lies dead on the floor.
  
  Nikolai's remains are scattered throughout the room.
  
  Sofia hovers several feet above the dining room tables, lapping blood from Nikolai's remains.
  
  > kill Sofia with the letter opener
  Though it feels awkward to strike with your left hand, the letter opener slides into Sofia's chest as easily as a hot knife through butter. Sofia's mouth drops. Her expression speaks a sense of betrayal. Then her body is overcome with epileptic seizures. You are deafened by a momentary blast of thunder. Sofia has disintegrated. Nothing remains but fly-size specks of blood and tissue painted against walls and ceiling. You race to your car to vacate the neighborhood before police arrive.
  
  You read in the newspaper the next day that police are unable to explain the carnage and gore they discovered at Nikolai's Bar and Grill that morning. Police are still looking for the culprit.
  
  As for you, you are happy to have destroyed a coven of vampires. It is a shame that you became afflicted by the means of Sofia's kiss.
  Now every night you find yourself trolling the streets for your own stable of victims.
  
  > kill yourself with the opener
  You are surprised at how easily the letter opener pierces your body, and shocked at how much pain it causes. Your body convulses in epileptic fits. That pain seems to continue for an eternity.