Memory Market
On the wall to your left, you notice a ventilation grate that looks like it’s barely secured. You swiftly remove it, slipping into the cramped air duct and crawling forward, mindful of the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind.You spot a corroded metal ladder bolted to the side of the deteriorating building. With urgency, you hoist yourself up and ascend swiftly, hoping the rooftop will provide clarity or a safe passage out of the darkened chaos.