You walk along away from the bad smell. The walls are stone-lined and
covered with moss. They look like that piece of pie you hid under your
bed one summer and forgot about.
The tunnel ends with a stairway going up. At the top of the stairs is
a trap door. Someone named Vera has carved her name into it."
What's on the other side of this door?" you wonder briefly.
"And who's Vera? And why am I talking to myself?"
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?