C610 What Are You Pretending For?
"Creak!"
Cello Everett and Kermie pushed open the small, rust-covered door and stepped into the black market together. Yet upon entering, their view remained constricted; the market's interior was just as cramped as the outside suggested.
This place was less a market and more a labyrinth of worn, interconnected corridors. There were no proper stalls to speak of
