The Secret Dungeon was originally used as a place to hide slaves coming from the south to the north. This hidden room's entrance is a trapdoor under the table in the Kitchen. Now it is simply empty, except for of course some mice and cobwebs. Try and get down her if you can, but it's really messy.
*He gave her a little quick kiss on the cheek, and looked around again.* I don't know about you, but the whole mutant thing, is really annoying. When I was little, I always wished I could be like Iron Man or Thor, something like that, but now, feeling what it's like - I don't like it so much. *he shrugged.*
She nodded and shrugged in agreement. "Ever think what would happen if you actually killed someone? Because I've spent my whole life thinking I killed my mother, only to almost kill my father." She said, her eye set on the ground in front of her.
*He was taken a back by her last sentance, but remembered as she had said in the Lounge not long ago. He wanted to comfort her, make sure she knew she wasn't the only one who had gone through something terrible, to make her think her life wasn't as bad as it seemed.* You're not the only one, you know.
She stared at him in confusion for a second, and laugh. "Jesus Christ, you a true Boy... I'm actually tired, I just came back from Alkali lake, and had a weird experience, so I'm going to take a shower, and nap." She said, standing up.
*He looked in a fakely disappointing mood.* Alright. *he said frowning.* Kiss good-night? *he offered, and lifted up his shirt a little to reveal a six pack, hoping to influence her decision. He smiled, laughing in his head.*