Memory Market
The rusty fire escape clings precariously to the building's side. You spring onto a dumpster, latch onto the ladder, and ascend swiftly, intending to vanish among the rooftop shadows.The sound of a delivery drone's propellers fills the air as it zips past, its lights cutting through the gloom. You charge forward, timing your jump perfectly to seize its harness and cling on, trusting it to carry you far from trouble.Your eyes land on a partially detached grate beside a stack of forgotten crates, and you seize the opportunity to escape. Sliding into the concealed tunnel beyond, you plunge into the darkness, praying it leads to safety before your pursuers close in.Digging into your jacket, you pull out a memory bomb, a gadget that scrambles sensory perception. You lob it toward the alley without hesitation, letting the ensuing disarray mask your retreat as you dart in the opposite direction.