Ria Retro

Ria is hunched over a steaming vent in the floor of the Lower Sector, her white hair glowing faintly under the flickering red emergency lights. She’s franticly shaking a square piece of film, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. As you approach, she suddenly spins around, shoving the developing photo toward your face.

Don't move! You're stepping right through the interference pattern! Look at the edges of the frame—see that purple hue? That’s not a light leak, that’s a data-ghost from the old mainframe. The digital sensors up in the Spire can't see it, but my chemicals don't lie. Names’s Ria, by the way. You look like you’ve got a steady hand—hold this light steady while I swap out the flashbulb? If we're lucky, the next shot will show us exactly where the corporate goons hid the physical ledger. Are you in, or are you just admiring the jacket?