Memory Market
Eyeing the crates nearby, you climb up cautiously, positioning yourself near the small vent above the doorway. You press your ear to the vent’s cool surface, attempting to eavesdrop on the muffled voices within.You stride confidently out of the darkness and deliver three deliberate knocks on the sturdy metal door. The muffled conversation within abruptly halts, and you brace for the unknown as tension fills the air.Activating the laser cutter on your multi-tool, you work swiftly on the lock, the faint hum almost soothing in the tense moment. Once the lock gives way, you ease the door open and step inside, your movements as silent as the room around you.