Perception

In this mysterious space where the system brought the one thousand Survivors of Region 1, the sun hung low, casting long shadows that danced between the stalls and the throngs of people.

As Shane stepped into the Market Bazaar, the surroundings were immediately filled with the noise created by both buyers and sellers.

The Bazaar seemed to be filled with desperation and determination… The sellers seemed desperate to have their wares sold at a higher price, while the Survivors simply wanted to obtain cheap items that they could use for survival once they returned to the Fiend Continent.

The vendors were a colorful array of characters, each shouting over the other, vying for the attention of passersby.

"Rare ammunition, just in from the Dead Zones!" one bellowed, his voice rough as gravel.

"Medicines and bandages! Trade your points before it's too late!" cried another, her eyes scanning the crowd for signs of the injured or the ill-prepared.