Memory Market
You step forward, the faint sheen of your hidden blade catching the neon glow. "Enough stalling," you snarl, your voice low and dangerous. "Spill the name, or you'll wish you never crossed paths with me."You discreetly place the encrypted credits on the counter, swiftly pocketing the chip before the vendor can second-guess the deal. His augmented eyes dart around the market, betraying a sense of unease as though he anticipates being watched.Pretending to lose interest in the conversation, you casually move away from the stall as if the deal is no longer worth your time. You subtly follow the vendor from the shadows, intent on finding out where he obtained the chip.