The First Night:Walk down the cold, echoing concrete hallway with a heavy ring of brass keys in your trembling hand.Stop at the final reinforced steel door at the end of the cell block, where the small wire-mesh window remains pitch black.Read the heavy paper chart clipped to the door, noting the complete lack of notes or spoken words from room 407 for the last fifteen years.Hear a slow, heavy shift of weight from the dark floor inside just as you slide your key into the rusted lock.