Memory Market
You dart forward, using the hilt of your blade to disarm him and wrench his arm into a painful hold. With him subdued on the slick ground, you rifle through his coat for any hidden information.Holding the blade firmly against his neck, you lower your voice to a dangerous growl, insisting he reveal who he’s aligned with. The rain cascades down, soaking his trembling form as you yank his collar tighter, emphasizing your control.Spinning around, you take off into the rain-drenched streets, your footsteps muffled by the relentless downpour. District 7’s network of alleys becomes your sanctuary as you vanish before he can respond.Dropping the blade slightly, you offer your other hand in a gesture of surrender. Moving closer with a reassuring grin, you swiftly and subtly swipe the scanner from his hand before he can react.