Memory Market
The rhythmic tapping from further down the tunnel sends a chill down your spine, its origin shrouded in mystery. Determined to uncover the source, you step forward cautiously, your extractor poised in case danger strikes.The soft buzz of a security drone echoes through the tunnel, its scanning lights flickering closer. You press yourself against a nearby pipe, debating whether to override its programming with your neural interface or attempt to evade it entirely.You spot a grated shaft set into the floor, with a ladder leading down into the unseen networks below. Choosing to climb down could let you vanish from sight and venture deeper into the district’s mysterious foundation.A heavily rusted maintenance door stands to your left, its surface flaking with age. With the crowbar from your satchel in hand, you press it into the door’s edge and leverage your weight, striving to force it open for an alternate route.