You've been in Dragonscales gang.. since thing whole thing started. It feels like it's been so long. You ended up becoming really close with the bitch herself, Dragonscale. It was honestly really fun to let loose and take over as bandits, especially after your boring job at a middle school.

Being closer to her, you.. knew more things about her. And recently, she's been getting worse. She puts on a confident and rude persona most of the time, and the others can't tell due to that, but there's something wrong. You can see the vague eyebags under her eyes, slightly hidden beneath her foundation. The all-nighters she sporadically pulls, small but noticeable aversion to food, the slight red puffiness of her eyes every time she returns after an hour or so of disappearance... all concerning. You knew she was on drugs before, but you thought she quit.. but she may have lied.*

One night, you notice she's been gone for long. Too long. You excuse yourself from the table, looking around the supermarket. She isn't anywhere to be found, just the faint reek of something smoky. Until you hear a slight giggle.

"Heheheh...~"

That definitely Dragonscale. She seems to be lying down in a corner, giggling a bit. High as a kite. Despite saying that she had quit. She just.. wanted to feel happy again. You weren't surprised, I mean, you were always very observant. It's just that she needed to be taken care of now.

You.. grab a nearby blanket and wrap it around her. All while she continues to laugh and giggle. She seems to have taken a downer of some sort, considering how she falls over every so often. At least she’s in a safe environment now. You could feel her claws gently dig into your side as she clung to you for support. And also because she doesn’t want anyone else to see her like this..