Memory Market
A barely visible tunnel just past the alcove grabs your attention, and you move quickly. Weaving through the thrumming crowd, you disappear into the Memory Market’s intricate back alleys, hoping to leave your follower behind.With deliberate steps, you move out of the alcove, showcasing the neural interface headset and memory extractor. "Were you hoping I wouldn’t find this?" you challenge, your voice laced with defiance.Your eyes land on a discarded pipe, and you grab it without hesitation. You position yourself near the entrance, ready to swing at the stranger's wrist to disarm them as they enter.Flattening yourself against the cold, wet surface of the wall, you retreat further into the obscurity of the alcove. Your fingers tighten around the memory extractor, ready for action should the stranger notice you.