Memory Market
Slipping back into the gloom, you make yourself invisible against the backdrop of the room’s shadows. With keen focus, you monitor their every move, poised to act or extract vital information when the chance arises.You lean slightly forward, your tone sharp and unwavering. "I know exactly who’s pulling your strings," you announce with a smirk. "But they’ve kept you in the dark. Give me the drive, and maybe I’ll let you walk away from this."Sensing the danger of the situation, you decide to withdraw and quickly slip out through the exit. In the alley, you focus on assessing your options before they have a chance to close in.You spring into action, clutching the wrist that grips the memory drive tightly. With a calculated motion, you try to wrest the device away, your voice echoing with urgency as the flickering shadows seem to close in.