Memory Market
You get up without a sound, gesturing for Lira to remain in her seat, and make your way toward the café's kitchen entrance. Pushing through the door, you're met with the acrid smell of burnt coffee and frying grease, slipping past the cook to lose yourself in the winding alleys outside.You remain seated, deliberately steadying your breathing, and shift your chair slightly to get a better angle on the room. If the Syndicate has planted someone here, your sharp observation will catch them before they can act.Rising with determination, you push your chair back noisily and stride toward the dimly lit corner of the café. If there’s someone lurking in the shadows, you’re going to confront them directly and demand answers.You sweep a stack of plates off the table beside you, sending them crashing to the ground in a deafening clatter. With the café erupting into confusion, you pull Lira along and make a break for the exit, disappearing into the commotion.