Memory Market
A confident smirk crosses your face as you jerk your head toward a secluded alley, stepping into its shadows. "This way—no interruptions," you say smoothly, already mapping out the path to one of the Memory Market's notorious dead-end traps.You advance cautiously, holding up the neural interface headset like a weapon of truth, your gaze piercing. "This will tell me everything I need to know," you warn, daring them to test your resolve.Reaching down, you seize a jagged piece of broken machinery and fling it into a nearby dumpster, producing a resounding metallic bang. The stranger's head snaps toward the sound, giving you a critical moment to decide your next move.You tighten your hold on the memory extractor, positioning yourself to react swiftly if needed. "Speak now, or you’ll regret wasting my time."