The basement of Lake Heart was a claustrophobic maze, a true masterpiece of an insane architect.  Corridors twisted, turned, and intersected with no rhyme or reason, the maze broken up only by the occasional fence or imposing wooden door.  No signs or even graffiti served to guide a person through the basements, only a pilgrim's wits and clarity could help.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">From: Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</span><br/><br/>Gunther navigated his way through the maze by memory, stopping in front of the door to the dungeon.  He inserted the key and moved the heavy latch, causing a shower of dust to fall as he made his way inside the disturbing little room.  He cast his penlight about, periodically catching a rack or some other implement of torture.  Gurneys dotted the room, and the false doctor slowly made his way inside, shivering a bit despite the warmth of the room.  It was not far from the Asylum furnace, and the heat was really quite comfortable.