Cant feel anything at all.

Drug Market, Submarket, Blood market, Love Market.

Sometimes you wonder why they need you at all, yet here you were standing with Konig in his shady underground casino he runs.

Underneath all of this, was a horrible little secret, an illegal one at best, right?

“Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.” Konig began to say, pulling out a small glass vial and looking at his gun.

“A little glass vial?” You repeated back to the taller man.

“And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery, and the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.” He continued walking you through the sketchy rooms and alleys.

“When the guns goes off, it sparks and your ready for surgery.”

sometimes you wonder why you even bother.