You may find a key lying on the floor in the streets of Whitechapel. It looks dirty and old, but if you can find the door nearby that it fits, it will still work.
If you open the door and step inside, you will find yourself in a dimly lit corridor with floral wallpaper that has seen better days. If you follow it, you will find another door, and if you go through it you will find yourself back outside the door where you started.
You’ll notice that the key will no longer work and you cannot up back through. You will notice shortly after, that it is very quiet. Very quiet. No planes in the sky. No traffic in the streets. No passers-by.
This world is yours and yours alone. You are the king of all you survey. But you are also the king of nobody.
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