After gathering the group, Isaac and Eve presented the trap door that they had found. It seemed to be darkness below, though no one could see inside and they were well aware it might not be their best choice to go down it, since there might be another exit in the cellar, or so a few of the others hoped. But Cain was aware no one would speak those thoughts, because just like him, everyone had explored nearly everywhere in the cellar at least twice. Everyone in the group looked to each other. Isaac knew someone had to give enough courage to jump in to reassure that it was safe, so he did just that, leaping into the pit of a trap door, shocking most of them. Eve didn't give much emotion behind it, though she carefully climbed into it before letting go to fall in herself. Cain shrugged, aware there was no way to go back. He jumped in, the rest of the group inevitably following behind them.

Darkness was all that could really be seen. The group was not able to see a thing, having all landed clearly, though they heard the sound of a match being struck, thankfully, that illuminated the room enough. The person holding the match was a boy with messy brown hair with a red bandanna around his head. He had a small box tied on his side that he was using to carry items in. He only had some bombs and a matchbox. He was Samson, a boy who got stronger the more he killed. Next to Eve and her knife, everyone in the group considered him the strongest if not a bit dangerous to be around when angry, because he tended to go blind with his anger until everything hostile in the room was dead.

Isaac looked around, concerned, letting Samson throw the match stick on some timber on the ground from one of many familiar fires that looked extinguished. Thankfully it was easy to reignite the fire illuminating their new environment. It looked like they were in some kind of caves. The young boy was somewhat surprised, having never known his home had a cellar beneath it, let alone a cave. This brought up horrific fears inside his mind of what would happen if his mother knew of some kind of way down here beyond trapdoors.

Isaac's train of thought was broken when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The skin of the hand felt soft. It was Magdalene, the only other girl in the group besides Eve. Maggy had curly blonde hair that reached her shoulders in length and was wearing a light pink bow in her hair. The only things she was wearing was a fanny pack wrapped around her waist and a rosary necklace. The cross with the beads however looked scratched and beaten. Clearly it had seen its fair share of use. She was holding a white book under her arm that had an odd symbol on the cover, like it was a smoother triangle.

Isaac knew she was just concerned for him. She was very sweet and caring. She was always there to treat an injury whenever needed, though her faith was leagues above the others. He felt calmer, seeing her face. It was like she could never be terrified enough to lose that bright aura that practically radiated from herself. The young boy regained his composure, aware that being lost in his own thoughts could be ten times worse than being just lost in general.

Cain whistled, gaining the others attention. The group could see four doorways around them. The best way to search the area would be to split up. So far that tactic hadn't failed them, but then again it came at the risk of lower numbers of people being overwhelmed easier, and like always, Cain decided who went with who to where. The one eyed boy pointed to Isaac, Magdalene and Samson, declaring that those three will go down the left doorway. Cain himself was planning on taking Eve to the upper doorway and letting the other two decide which way to go themselves. No one argued, and with that, all seven scattered through different doorways.

Isaac didn't mind spending time with Magdalene and Samson, though he had a strong hunch that his friend with anger issues disliked him immensely, maybe that was just how serious Samson preferred to be. The first room they entered didn't really take them anywhere. It was big, empty and with many holes in the ground. So far, so calm. They then saw one door that drew their attention, one that had a chain across it with a padlock. It wasn't a library, they could presume that. Samson pulled out one of his many keys from the box and jammed it in the lock, twisting hard. The key broke midway, but the padlock clicked open, the chain clattering to the ground. Magdalene mentally wished everyone was gentler with keys. They weren't hard to find sure, but it would be nice to have a decent supply of them instead of breaking them in each lock.

When the group entered through the door, they found themselves in a small room. This one had an odd ragdoll of a grey body lying on the floor in between two fire pits. Near the ragdoll was a red slot machine. Isaac was curious while seeing it, looking to his friends. Magdalene pulled out a penny from her pack and put it in the machine, pulling the lever watching the slot machine spin fast. All three slots stopped on symbols of skulls with crossbones. The two were confused as the slot machine spat out a bomb. Magdalene stepped back, as she saw that the fuse had just been lit somehow. Isaac didn't know what to do. Samson didn't hesitate before rushing up and punting the bomb like a soccer ball. The bomb bounced onto the wall, and right after, exploded. The rocky wall crumpled apart, caving in and revealing a hidden room.

Isaac peeked inside the hidden room. It was just dark and bleak. The only thing in it was another one of those creepy grey ragdolls. This time it was hanging from the ceiling with a noose around its neck. He did his best to not think about why the ragdoll was like this. He stepped on something though, looking down. He got a big smile when he saw shiny coins, at least a baker's dozen of them, that were scattered on the ground. He eagerly picked them all up. The slot machine paid out in a sense. He was happy to be this lucky though. When he came back from the secret room, Isaac saw odd looking chests that were now in the room with his friends. The chests looked like donation boxes with prices on each one.

Magdalene waved her hand, insisting these weird chests appeared out of nowhere. Samson had tried to break one open already, but couldn't. He was disappointed that bombs weren't the solution to this problem. Isaac looked at all the coins in his arm and smiled, thinking he could open a few of the chests.