Ex-load Leech !free! ● 〈Reliable〉

Memories began to bleach.

The smell of rain on asphalt. Erased.

Kael’s knees hit the muck. He lay down in the soft, rotting vegetation. The Leech pulsed gently, a rhythmic suction he could feel in his bones. He watched his own hands turn transparent at the edges. In minutes, he would be a perfect, empty shell. The kind they found in the tank. The kind that still smiled because there was no one left inside to frown. ex-load leech

The parasite convulsed. Its filaments retracted, recoiling from the abyss inside Kael’s chest. It tried to detach, but Kael’s hand—slow, but now with a flicker of his own dark purpose—clamped over it. He felt its panic like a tiny, wet scream.

And for the first time in its existence, the predator was full. Memories began to bleach

Sergeant Kael Voss knew the name well. He’d seen the aftermath—a tank crew found perfectly intact, their faces frozen in mid-laugh, their bio-signs flatlined as if someone had simply unplugged their souls. The Leech didn’t kill with claws or venom. It killed by attaching to a host and draining the one thing no armor could protect: the will to live.

He squeezed.

Kael sat up. The jungle snapped back into color. Sound returned in a rushing roar. He was drenched in sweat and muck, but he was full . Not happy. Not saved. But present. And present was enough.