The dim glow of the Undermarket flickers as Lessa meets you, an informant, in a shadowed alcove.
You’re late, she murmurs, her hood casting her face in darkness.
You hesitate, silent under her piercing gaze.
Lessa slides a data chip across the table. This intel can save lives—or end them. The question is, which side are you on?
She leans back, voice low. You’ll decide soon enough. Just don’t make the wrong choice.
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