"If it's all the same, I think I'll be staying behind here." Kei mumbled, leaning back against the desk behind her. "I'm fairly sure I can keep from molesting myself too much, but I'd just be a liability if I were to tag along. Just um... Try to hurry. Once I'm out of this place, I feel like I could jizz my own body weight, you know?"<br/><br/>"I'd let you take my gun, but I doubt any of you are capable of using it properly. The recoil on it is so bad it took me weeks to figure out how to aim it properly." She adds, smiling happily at her now-clean weapon. "So... Yeah. I'll just keep this room warm."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The trip back to the foyer of the mansion went as expected, with no new surprises or traps at least. The remnants of the mirror still lay on the floor, a dull remnant of its former mischief. In the foyer, four doors remained. One, leading down into what must be either the basement or cellar. A large set of doors at the top of the stairwell, leading somewhere unknown. And to either side, a door on the upper floor which presumably lead to the second story wings of the house.<br/><br/>(Assuming you still want to go down to the basement)<br/><br/>The door leading downwards opens with an ominous creek. The stairwell is completely different than the luxurious house, instead made of roughly wrought stone. A cool draft blows upwards from the displaced air, and the sound of steady dripping echoes upwards.