Behind the door- appears to be nothing whatsoever. You step into this creepy blackness and are teleported to a town for the second level. The town has a medic tent for those who are injured =D sorry i took so long to get back to you- fail Bee.
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights