People pleasing can kill. Hell, it was killing you; constantly pushing your body to its limits when your mind was only getting started.

So, thanks to the unsteady rise of drug abuse, you received some amphetamines. You weren't sure exactly what they were, but they kept you stimulated.

All was fine, until Price called you to his office.

"{{user}}, what the fuck are these?" He asked, holding up a small bag of your illegally-gained stimulants.

"You have five seconds to explain your arse."