[ WP ] [ WP ] You are leaving a Museum after a visit . There are two doors at the end of the hall . One is signposted as the route to the gift-shop and the exit . The other is unmarked . You choose the second door…

The temptation was stronger than me, what was I supposed to do? Not that I was expecting anything from another world. What could have been there? Some painting that needed restoration, some ancient items nobody really cares about, maybe something I could have stolen and kept as an useless trophy. 
 
 What I saw after opening the door should have been a red flag. Spiral stairs were laying ahead of me, surrounded by two suffocating brick walls and a low roof. I descended, pushed by a deadly mix of hesitation and curiosity. It did n't take long until I reached the bottom, which, to my surprise, only lead to an endless dark corridor slightly illuminated by bare light bulbs hanging from the wall. I had to know what was beyond. 
 
 After walking what could have been a whole block I was stopped by a closed old door. For some reason, it had a lock hanging from the handle, and it was open. I quietly opened it and found something that looked disappointing at first, but intriguing. It was a single room made from the same old brick walls, decorated only by a wooden desk with three chairs and another door at the side. What was over it's surface is what caught my attention. There was an antique book resting in a cushion, surrounded by piles of papers filled with annotations. 
 
 I took one of them, but I was n't able to understand it. The whole page was occupied by symbols and little annotations besides them. The same was written over all the other papers. Was that some recently discovered ancient book? Why would it be there, instead of a laboratory or any other room in the museum? 
 
 I was going to close the book to see it's cover, when a sudden noise pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned back and my heartbeat stopped. The door near the desk was now open, with a threatening man standing there. 
 
 -Oh my God... I'm sorry, I just- 
 
 He did n't give me a chance before pulling out his gun. 
 
 -Stay quiet. 
 
 My heart raced. What did I get myself into? 
 
 Besides his gun, he looked like any man you'd see at a museum. Brown pants, light brown jacket, white shirt. You'd say he was just another academic who worked there. What I did n't expect was the two other men who came from the room behind him. 
 
 The couple was wearing the same cassocks catholic priests wear, and they were approaching me. 
 
 -Who are you? -said the youngest looking one. 
 
 -I... I'm sorry, I just saw a door and thought... 
 
 -What did you see? 
 
 -What? Nothing! I just arrived, I did n't even touch the book, I promise! 
 
 The older priest gazed at the desk, then at me, and then at the tall man pointing his revolver at me. 
 
 -The tiniest bit of filtered information... -he whispered in the his ear. -It's too risky. 
 
 Before leaving back to the other room, he pointed at the man's gun and made a sign. 
 
 He nodded. 
 
 A second after putting the gun down, a big shiny knife that came out of his pocket was wrapped in his hand. 
 
 Why did I have to go down? I do n't know. I could keep saying I could n't have known better, but I'd be lying. Why did I go down? I swear to God I do n't know. Everything I know is I'm alone in a dark room, and I'm about to get killed.
