You walk past the shopkeeper's counter, shooting her a wary look before reaching for the door handle.

"One last thing."

You pause, for some reason not able to meet her gaze.

"I'm not responsible for what you find in there. What calls to you is out of my control, and so are your... interactions with it and the results thereof."

You consider this. Your mind tells you that you should probably walk out now. The void is chock full of otherworldly horrors, and what's to say this shop isn't one of those? Even so, a foreign hunger gnaws at your insides, and you are compelled to continue. You open the door and enter.

You are met with darkness. A moment later, a light flickers on above you, followed by another and another. A hallway with no perceivable end lies before you, lined with identical doors as far as you can see.

Before you have had even a moment to analyze your situation, you find yourself approaching the first door. You must find the one that calls to you. And thus you begin.