Memory Market
You advance a step, holding the extractor up where they can see it glint under the neon glow. With a steady, commanding tone, you demand, "Tell me who sent you, or I’ll wipe you clean from my system right here and now."Slowly, you let the extractor dip a few inches, maintaining a posture that’s neither fully aggressive nor completely relaxed. "Alright, I’m listening," you say evenly, the undertone of threat unmistakable. "But tread carefully—my time is valuable."Without hesitation, you surge forward and pin them against the grimy alley wall, your grip firm on their shoulder. The hood slips down, exposing a glitching hologram where their face should have been.Silently retreating into the shadows of the alcove, you make yourself nearly invisible in the dim light. You stay motionless, your gaze locked on the stranger, prepared to react swiftly if the situation escalates.