Leon huffed, scanning the empty village square as he went about his rounds. The same thing, every day. He tried not to think about it, usually because that made the parasite angry, but mostly because it just made him depressed.

He had gone through so much for what? To be the almost mindless guard of a crazy cult leader?! His expression was still as his mind struggled with the emotional turmoil of being controlled against his will. It was like being in the passenger seat of your own body, and the feeling was horrible.

His sharp eyes suddenly caught something, and he looked over, spotting movement he wasn't expecting. Who's there?

"¿Ganado? ¿Eres tu?" He asked. At least his Spanish had gotten better. The movement abruptly froze, as if someone had been caught. That was suspicious.

"Who's there?" He asked in English, his voice harsh as he dropped down from his perch on the roof.