Memory Market
You whirl around, swiftly drawing a hidden knife from your jacket pocket. Planting your feet firmly, you raise your voice, "I can hear you lurking! Come out now before I make you regret it."Spotting a weathered fire escape clinging to the building's facade, you make a quick decision. You spring upward, latching onto the lowest rung, and start ascending rapidly, aiming to gain both a better view and a safer position.With your back to the damp, uneven wall, you sidestep into the narrow void between two dumpsters piled high with refuse. Your body tenses, prepared to either confront the threat head-on or fade into the obscurity of the alley.Spotting a pile of shattered glass and a discarded wrench, you hurl the wrench into the glass, shattering it further with a piercing clatter. Taking advantage of the noise, you dart behind a stack of crates to conceal yourself.