You weren’t supposed to find this place.

The road ended miles ago. Your signal disappeared.
Then the Market appeared — lights on, doors open, no one inside.

You stepped in to ask for help.

The door locked behind you.

Now the shelves feel too quiet. The aisles feel too long.
And someone has left clues scattered throughout the store.

A note is taped to the glass:

“I tried to leave.
Follow what I left behind.
Don’t ignore anything.
The Market is listening.”

Find the exit before it notices you’re here.