Kshared Leech -

No ordinary leech, a Kshared leech carried the residue of lives. When slid across a wrist and allowed to bite, it drew not merely blood but the echo of whatever sorrow or secret you offered it. Some came to rid themselves of a memory’s weight; others sought to harvest the pain and pore it into ink for fortune-tellers who read the dark barbs as maps. The Kshared kept registers—tattooed on their palms and recited to the wind—of which leech had taken what, and to whom the returned silence belonged.