Aktamun had been surprised by the sudden darkness, considering it was day outside. Perhaps there were no windows in this staircase? His flickering flame provided some light, but he could barely see one foot in front of him. He used his free hand to steady himself against the wall.
And then, there was no next step.
Aktamun fell forward into the darkness, flailing with his limbs and screaming. It was like he was sliding down some old chute and just when it felt like he was going too fast, he was launched forward into an open space, landing on a mattress.
The flickering flame followed soon after, illuminating a stone cell with a door made of bars. The dungeons. It seemed the castle had played a trick on them.