Time Traveller

The stairs are not as rickety as they sound, or so you hope as you make your way gingerly down them. You enter the lounge, where only a couple of men are sitting, playing chess and smoking pipes. From their suits, they appear to be quite influential. The smoke curls up from the wooden pipes as one of the men moves a black piece. An old clock is ticking nearby on the wall. There is a bar on one side of the room, but there doesn't seem to be anyone tending it.

While you are standing there, another maid scuttles past you, giving you a filthy look. How charming. Maybe you've had your fill of this place.