A small oil lamp illuminates the dark damp room you find yourself in. You smell rotting food and mold as you look around trying to make out your surroundings. From what you can make out you seem to be in the basement of an old shop. Possibly in Knockturn Alley. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a man coming down a creaky set of stairs. His face is filled with malice and disgust as he turns and glares at you
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