You find the staircase at the end of a small hall full of doors, some of which looked pretty seedy for a bunch of closed doors.  The stairwell wasn't any better, spiraling downward and replacing wooden walls with cold stone.  Every step felt more like descending down into someone's creepy dungeon. After a flight you come upon a heavy door with sharp looking spikes welded to the metal bars reinforcing the oak, and with pink smoke pouring out of the cracks around it.  A dungeon, really!<br/><br/>Behind it you can hear a young man's voice coughing and talking to someone.  Or mostly himself, mumbling about experiments and failures and itty bitty kitty titties.  Suddenly he shouts something, and the voice gets louder while he screams for one of his girls.<br/><br/>"Aimeeeee!"<br/><br/>You hear footsteps barreling towards the door, and it's spikes come right at you as the owner flings open the door right in your face!<br/><br/>Make a reflex save, DC 15<br/><br/><br/><br/>