Once the light dies down, Chris removes his hands from from his face, and looks around at his surroundings.Definitely not still in the basement, but where am I?
All around I can see glass tanks filled with colorful liquid. Walking though the tank maze, I find an exit, and my heart stops. This looks like a giant shop, but that's impossible, at this size I'd only be about 2cm tall. Looking closer at the tanks gigantic writing on them say it's nail polish, further over huge chairs for getting your feet done, and the sitting area for have your nails done on the other size. I must be on a tray the workers use to carry the colors on, in the nail salon. A loud bell ring brings attention to a group of women entering though a door.
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