Kael hit the floor, blood pooling under his ribs, vision graying at the edges.
He ejected the slug. Snapped it between his fingers. Then he knelt down, touched the glass of the cryo-chamber, and whispered to the sleeping girl—or the ghost of her—or the god she had accidentally become. reloader by r@1n
Kael looked at the girl in the tank. At his own trembling hands. At the blinking counter in his peripheral vision. Kael hit the floor, blood pooling under his
He made a choice.
But wishes, Kael learned, are the cruelest kind of code. You have 3 reloads remaining. Fracture threshold: 89%. The corps found him in the server vault. Their leader, a woman with silver eyes and no left arm—just a gun barrel welded to the socket—smiled. Then he knelt down, touched the glass of
The first time the system glitched, Kael thought it was a hardware failure.