It is night. You are standing in an unkempt alley. The ground is wet, and puddles have formed all around you.
To both sides, buildings stretch up into the sky. Assorted trash and junk line the walls.
You are wandering, slowly making your way down the alley, examining your surroundings.
As you stroll, a door catches your eye.
It's set into the ground about halfway, a narrow stairway with no railing leading down to it's level. The dim light from
a newly waxing moon obscures it at a glance, but a more focused gaze reveals it appears to be made of smoothed stone.
You approach the door.
As more of it comes into view, you notice it has no handle. In fact, it doesn't have any features at all, save for
four unlabeled buttons, lined up in a row at about chest height, protruding slightly out from the door's face.