Jubilant classical music played throughout the chamber. Dante and Beatrice had their hands conjoined over their heads as they marched in. The red satin of Dante’s garb became vibrant and distinct in the hard light of the chamber. Beatrice was in an ornate gold and black dress holding a stem covered in red berries. Many sat at the feast of wine cheese and bread. Dante read from the Inferno with booming eloquence. The epic poem was bound in a large leather book embroidered with the symbol of Florence. I drifted way to the far wall. There was an entry to a tunnel that was gated off. It was part of a network created during the Second World War. I stared intently down into the mysterious darkness. A flash of crimson illuminated the walls and a heinous growl echoed from its depths.