Reloader By R@1n !!exclusive!! — Full Version

And when Kael opened his eyes again, he was in an alley. Synth-leather jacket. Digital drizzle. A street vendor selling fried noodles.

Kael’s heart hammered. He checked his chronometer. Three seconds had passed. But he remembered six.

But sometimes, on rainy nights, he’d hear a child’s laugh echo from a server vent—just once, just softly—and the rain would pause for a single, perfect second. reloader by r@1n

But then the corps came.

And without thinking, he pulled . RELOAD. 11 remaining. He was back in his chair. The door was intact. The enforcers hadn’t arrived yet. He had fourteen seconds. And when Kael opened his eyes again, he was in an alley

Some ghosts don’t haunt you.

They shot him in the chest.

No serial number. No corp watermark. Just that strange, lowercase signature.