The sound of water dripping to the floor of the cave, echoed along with his footsteps. The only source of light he had was his small flashlight, and that would eventually give out as he searched for a way out of this seemingly endless oubliette.
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Illya Kuryakin had just finished using an immense brass door knocker, fashioned in the image of a gargoyle, as he stood on the front steps of the rambling, castle-like home owned by the mysterious Dr. Mephistopheles.
Upon the third knock, the ground beneath his feet gave way, with a trap door suddenly opening and sending him downward, landing on the hard stone floor.
He was dazed for a moment, in the blackness, and fished in his pocket for his flashlight. Turning it on, he realized he was in some sort of cave...that was over an hour ago as Illya continued to wander aimlessly.
His light was beginning to fade; but the tunnel seemed to be brighter off in the distance, and he switched off his flashlight. Yes, there was light, and Illya headed towards it in hopes of gaining his freedom.
"Mr. Kuryakin?" A voice echoed as it called to him.
Illya stepped into a lit cavern, facing a man dressed in a three piece suit, with neatly coiffed grey hair and sporting a goatee. He recognized him instantly.
"Dr. Mephistopheles, I presume?"
"Yes. I do apologize for this little inconvenience...I forgot to disengage the security protocols. The trap door opens after the door knocker is struck three times."
He pointed to an iron ladder leading up to an opening in the ceiling of the cavern. "Please if you would follow me, I have your Mr. Waverly's package all ready for you to pick up."
Illya rolled his eyes, thinking this was a ridiculous circumstance under which to pick up the Old Man's newest blend of tobacco, "Faust # 13."