Memory Market
Releasing her grip, you move forward to shield her, your gaze fixed on the dimly lit alley as you search for any sign of danger. With your stance firm, you silently vow to face whatever comes and demand an explanation afterward.You grab the satchel and sprint toward the Memory Market, weaving through the labyrinth of stalls and onlookers to vanish from sight. Whatever lies within the bag is yours, assuming you can outrun anyone giving chase.You loosen your grasp and turn away, projecting indifference so she feels safe enough to run. Slipping into the shadows, you tail her discreetly, determined to uncover where she’s heading and what she knows.With deliberate precision, you produce a memory scrambler from your pocket and hover it menacingly near the satchel. "Unless I get answers now, this bag’s contents are gone for good," you state firmly, keeping your eyes locked on her.