The hallway is dark. Possibly dank. You keep hearing strange sounds that might be fan ducts and dripping water, or maybe something more sinister. The darkness surrounds you, punctuated only occasionally by the bright flashes that brought you here. In spite of the heat from the AC being turned off, you shiver.
There's a light at the end of the hall. You use it as a lifeline, not caring what's over there as long as it's not more of this. Just when you think you can't reach it soon enough, you find yourself fully, blindingly illuminated.
When your eyes adjust, you see two figures standing behind a table. The table has a sign that clearly used to say "Lost and Found" but now reads "STOrE!". The two figures look at you excitedly.
Upon closer inspection one has a name tag that reads Tingus. The other, Tangus.
"Welcome to the Night Market! I'm Tingus," says Tangus.
"And I'm Tangus," says Tingus. "We carry only the highest quality goods!"
"And services!" adds Tangus.
"Although we are, at present, out of services," Tingus finishes. "Well? Care to shop?"
Inventory
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