It was her second day in the room. Initially, the pure excitement from using her new tool had blinded Naomi to her frightening surroundings. Now here she was again, in a dark cellar made of brick and stone. The cement floor and the bottom of the walls were stained with some dark liquid which traced a path to a grimy drain in the corner. A single dim light bulb continued to shine, giving the room a musty, unsettling ambiance. With the iron door locked behind her, she was all ...