Memory Market
The creaky fire escape clings to the building’s side like an afterthought. You grab hold of the metal railing and ascend quickly, hoping the height will give you a clearer view of the Memory Market and any potential threats lurking below.The hooded figure’s presence becomes undeniable as their steady footsteps echo behind you. Instead of fleeing, you move into the light, stand firm, and prepare to confront them, determined to uncover their intentions or defend yourself if needed.Moving cautiously through the alley, your foot brushes against a faintly glowing object that turns out to be a memory chip. You hold it in your hand, debating whether to connect it to your neural port and uncover its secrets.A dim, sputtering neon sign reading "Memory Scramblers—No Questions Asked" beckons you above a corroded entrance. You push open the creaking door, stepping into the shadowy lair in search of someone skilled enough to obscure the secrets now lodged in your mind.