You stand in the entry hall of a once austere mansion, now fallen into decadence and disrepair. Wooden planks line the floor that tends to give a somewhat disheartening squeak as it creaks under your weight. A maroon rug, muddy and stained, runs the length of the entryway to deeper within this rundown estate. On the walls hang pictures of seemingly nefarious individuals, grinning at you with self-assured smiles. Beneath the oil portraits are golden plaques naming the subjects, revealing them to be the previous Godfathers of the Syndicate. Burnished candleholders are fastened between the paintings, though only provide a a small measure of light to this gathering place of criminals and wanted men. Maybe there's a reason why only a few of the candles are lit. The rug can you lead deeper into this repository of crime, or a large oak door opens to the turbulent streets of Arkham.