SPOILERS AHEAD
PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP PUTTING PEOPLE IN MY BASEMENT. They walk around at night and sound like giant New York sewer rats. As a proud retired New Yorkian (45 years, divorced, deported) who fought in the great Italian Immigration Wars of Albany, the sounds of skittering under the floor boards triggers my PTSD. I start peeling my skin off and gnawing at the palms of my hands. Every night I can imagine them in my floor waiting to get a piece of me, I can hear the "Ma ma mias". So please, if you're going to trap people in my basement, just make sure they're not Italian.
7/10 - Would fight for the Big Apple again