Theatrical Trap Door

A heavy, hinged wooden panel set into the cellar floor, disguised by decades of dust and neglect. Its iron handle, rusted but still functional, protrudes from the planks. When Weng-Chiang presses his palm to a hidden psionic trigger, the door lurches upward with a groan of protesting hinges, revealing not a stairwell but a passage to his hidden domain. The sudden movement startles Casey into recoiling, his terror sharpening as the mechanism—meant for theatrical illusions—becomes a literal trap.