I couldn't tell if the levers ahead of me were gold or silver; it was too dark. My foot bumped against something warm and soft and my toes scrunched up in protest as I pushed the large object out of my path. Nervously, I lowered my torch to see what I had stumbled across. The fire's light showed a man's body lying in an uncomfortable position. Its arms were sprawled out above his head and his legs were tied around each other. I cringed; this was a recent death. I brought the torch back up to my face and took the last few remaining steps towards the levers. "Pull the gold one. Pull the gold one" I thought, "But which one was gold?" I closed my eyes, reaching for the lever on my right. I grasped its cold stone handle and wrenched the lever down; the ground shooting out from underneath me.