Memory Market
You produce a radiant memory chip from your jacket, holding it between two fingers like a precious gem. "This is happiness distilled into its purest form," you declare, locking eyes with them. "What do you say we make a trade—this chip for whatever you’re carrying?"With a measured step, you place yourself squarely in her path. “Whatever—or whoever—you’re trying to escape, let’s deal with it now,” you say firmly, your tone leaving no room for argument as you keep your body relaxed but ready.You dart forward without hesitation, pulling the satchel off her shoulder and clutching it tightly. Disappearing into the shadowy maze of alleys, you focus on putting distance between you and her before investigating the bag.You decide against confronting her and instead slip out of sight, becoming one with the dimly lit surroundings. From a careful distance, you follow her trail, determined to learn her plans and the significance of the mysterious bag.