Window Two: The coder. She had dark circles under her eyes. She was typing furiously on a keyboard with missing keys.
He was sipping cold coffee when the terminal flickered. The usual green text bled into crimson. A new entry appeared at the very top of the Leechlist, above even the Whales. It had no username. No VEpH score. Just a single line of text:
Window One: The blacksmith. His hands were wrapped in fresh bandages. He was holding a hammer. leechlisting
[CURRENT RANK] Leo_V: The Host.
He was Number 1.
Leo frowned. "That's me. I'm not a source. I'm a leech."
And the Leechlist was his Bible.
Until the day the list turned red.