Of Course its A Trap!
The doors made loud CREAKING sounds, evidently a result of their age.
A222 had paused for a bit without following Lenny. Yet again, she contemplated the decision she had made.
"This is bound to not end well!" She told herself
Once again summoning the courage to take that defining step forward, she moved, although not with as much confidence as she would have liked when one was seemingly embracing death.
The long, winding passage was lit like any other part of the Underground Arena, with Darkline lamps hanging on the walls.
However, further in, it actually became brighter.
Another turn, and through a pair of fine silk-draped curtains, they got into a room.
This was the same room that Lenny had been taken to the first time that he had killed a Magistri.
However, this was the first time that A222 was here.
This place felt to her like another world.