The shop is empty. Endless perfectly aligned shelves span your full horizon's gaze. They parallax with the slightest movement of your head, making you dizzy.

The person in front of you stands poised, as if her every angle were sharp to the touch. In the absense of customers, she is turned at the register to face you. Next to her hand, her aura cradles the only product in the entire store: the last of the V-Goods.

In fear, you look over her shoulder. You brain rapidly cobbles together a story that you are actually just searching for your friend over in Aisle B11E84#jQ^N! It's no big deal, you think you see them... Despite this, you feel her stare cutting through your shoulder. You can't help but wonder how far she has unhinged her jaw, and your feeble cognition attempts to preserve your sense of reality by refusing to look at her.

Maybe you don't need to buy anything.