Memory Market
A sense of dread settles over you as faint footsteps echo outside the café. You subtly gesture to Lira to stay focused and edge toward the window, carefully parting the blinds to search for any potential pursuer.Annoyed by Lira’s evasiveness and her focus on the screen, you firmly grasp her wrist to interrupt her typing. You insist that she share whatever information she has uncovered, even if it means straining your fragile partnership.A palpable sense of danger fills the room. Without hesitation, you pull the covert blade from its sheath in your boot, gripping it tightly as you scan for any signs of movement.Standing close to Lira, you peer at the screen and catch sight of an odd sequence of symbols buried in the memory file. Intrigued but wary, you retrieve the drive to inspect it directly, knowing it could reveal more than you bargained for.