Memory Market
You fling the radiant neural shard at the cloaked figure, intending to overwhelm their senses. As the device detonates in a dazzling storm of energy, you dash toward them, seizing the moment of confusion to subdue them swiftly.You raise your hands slowly, tucking the neural trap discreetly into your sleeve. “Alright,” you say, your voice steady but edged with defiance. “Let’s talk. But if you want my memories, you’d better be ready to pay the price for them.”Stepping into the cover of darkness, you tap the embedded memory interference module hidden in your jacket. A subtle wave of confusion spreads through the area, leaving everyone momentarily bewildered as you make your quiet escape.