Gazing down, the Monk would witness a chilling show of what would happen to a mis-step on the staircase. At the middle of the circular staircase was a sharpened row of spikes pointed up, rusted metal, or metal coated with dried blood perhaps. Crimson blades struck forth towards the sky, as tall as a man, and wicked in their making, full of hooks and rending edges, partly serrated on a few of them. They were fairly lithe though, and sparse enough that someone falling would likely only hit 1 or 2 of them, but the total of 6 blades set in a circle at the bottom were frightening enough to fall upon to begin with.<br/><br/>There was no signs of anything or anyone living down there. It was a 30 feet fall though. Rapid descent. The staircase seemed to lower about 10 feet at each turn, so 3 circle's worth of steps awaited ahead. No railing to take support on. What's more, the steps seemed to have a faint bit of wetness upon them. Water dripping from somewhere.<br/><br/>The place<em>was</em>supposedly built under a lake.