Scott was an average guy.
At 28, with an average build, he worked an average job, drove an average car, lived in an average apartment. He didn't think himself average, but he found that his life fell into that routine anyway. He was simply taking a drive around town, scoping out his options for a meal for the evening, when he spotted it: a new store he'd never seen before. Magical Goods and Services, it was almost comedic with its neon sign with a few letters burned out despite it clearly being a new location, tucked between two other shops long boarded up from the last recession.
He quickly swung his car into a parking space in the lot across the street and tucked his hands into his pockets as he crossed the road over to the store. The chill evening wind ruffled his short red hair and caused him to pull his jacket closer in on him. It'd clearly be warmer inside, but for some reason he felt a pang of trepidation. It was as if some force in the universe was subtly pushing him away, wanting to keep him on the average track of his life.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. An oddly heavy copper bell rang as the door swung open, and he raised a brow at its clanging, but continued through. Inside was an impossibility. Despite the shop being nothing more than a small hole in the wall from its exterior dimensions, the place seemed to be almost as big as a warehouse, with aisles and aisles of merchandise going back further than he could see.... Just what was this place?
He ducked in and glanced around. There was a front desk with a register nearby, but it wasn't staffed currently. A small curtain separated it from the back room, likely where more stock resided, but no one seemed to be around.
He stood there for a moment, paralyzed by choice, before he made a decision...