Blackmoor City's Central Police Station was built on the site of a private mental hospital, abandoned in the early twentieth century.
A wealthy doctor had built the hospital, though he seemed no more sane than his patients. The building that remained looked much like a twisted, insane man stuffed into the seemingly rational and orderly coat of a physician.
In the station-like ground floor lobby, a ring of cave-like solitary cells had been carved out. They had no windows and weren't connected to each other. From the officers' work area, you had to walk down a short flight of stairs to open the cells' iron-barred doors.
Even a tall person looking out from a cell could only see the steps and the constant traffic of legs and feet. But from the opposite perspective, when an officer sat at their desk, they would see pairs of suspects' eyes peeking out from the edge of the lobby floor.
