inside-outside

Continued from yesterday, most people couldn’t resist [use key]…

[Throckmorton] takes the key and, eyes nearly closed, shoves it in the merchant’s back with a sickly squish. The merchant looks even more uncomfortable than you as he begins to gyrate and contort.

Before you can react, his body spreads like marmalade over the entire landscape, transforming it into a labyrinthine series of fleshy stairs and doorways. It’s unclear whether you’re inside him or he’s enveloped everything, but that doesn’t matter now, does it? You need to find… something to make this purchase more than another confounding headache.