Lexi opened her eyes. No black sclera. No Q-mark. Just tears.

Lexi, post-fix, is neither victim nor monster. She is a walking archive with a dormant Puck behind her ear – a reminder that some wounds, if healed strangely, become organs.

The injection burned. For ten seconds, Parasite Q screamed inside her nervous system – then went silent.

Lore stepped back. “And what will you do with that memory?”

Lexi raised her palm. A single, peaceful Little Puck rolled out – no longer a parasite, but a pearl.

Lexi smiled. Black veins receded from her cheek. “Do it. Turn the parasite into a librarian.”