Exploit

Damien exhaled sharply as he stepped into his room, stripping off his formal attire with little care. The moment the fabric left his skin, he scowled.

Disgusting.

The weight—the sheer mass of this bloated, useless body—was unbearable. He could feel it in every movement, in every breath, in the way his joints protested from years of neglect.

150 kilograms.

He had known the number. He had seen it in the mirror. But actually feeling it? Being trapped inside it? It was something else entirely.