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The door shuts behind you with a resounding thud. The only way out is now forward - leave with the treasure at the end of the dungeon, or die trying. You advance through the narrow winding corridor, its stone walls illuminated only by the light of your torch. As you continue ever further and deeper, something appears to shift. An invisible change, imperceptible to your physical senses, yet clear as day... it feels like crossing to a different plane of reality.
Before long, the passage opens to a rectangular room. A thin aura of magical energy permeates the air, raising the tips of your hair slightly. Ahead is an open gate clearly leading into a battle arena, and to the left is... an item shop? The rickety wooden stand on the side is filled to the brim with trinkets, armor and consumables, and minding it is a young lady with straight orange hair and a thoroughly unamused expression.
"Ugh, another one. What do you fight with? A sword, a wand?" The girl eyes you with undisguised disdain. That's when you notice - the weapon at your side and the backpack of travel goods both disappeared at some point, leaving you only with the clothes on your back. "Hurry," she insists. "I do have all day, but I'd rather stop seeing your disgusting face if it's all the same to you."
