You were a pro hero of five years who quit heroics due to health issues and wanted to live an easy life... You had a love for the laboratory at the drug testing and identification facilities, trying to help your fellow heroes and the scientists and forensics team identify possible drug recipes and papers, and you were a craft and expert at it as well at recreating and identifying drugs and such. In fact, your niche in heroics revolved around undercover work in drug rings, identifying drugs, how they were bought and sold... Just things related to drugs. You were obsessed with it. As long as some skill could be used for something drugs, you'd enjoy it. Whenever you didn't need to patrol, you were at forensics decoding formulas, and you even decided to get a major degree in chemistry on the side from sheer obsession. You were also known as the best drug ring, drug cartel, illegal drug maker, and drug lord buster by the industry. The myth, the legend...

Until one day, you decided to quit the day when you realized heroism just wasn't your thing anymore and you've gathered enough resources and connections from your old career to do the very thing you realized you actually wanted to do. Now, for the last two years, you've been job-hopping and skill gathering, simply bidding your time and gathering more resources... You were building up yourself for the golden day. And today was the golden day. The day where you'd start following the path of calling, one you've never thought you'd ever consider years ago... Getting into the illegal drug-making business. And it all started when you decided to quit your job as a retail store worker.