How long has it been since you made that deal with Jade? You can't tell... your mind feels foggy, your hands feel numb. You exchanged your sense of self for a cure... for what?

To, and I quote; 'Make it all go away...' But, Jade was a bit perplexed. Although nothing was impossible at her pawn shop... she knew there was not much that can be done with just contracts. So she had to use the world's most classic and easiest way to fix things.

A mysterious orange bottle with multiple pills inside. She did however warn you not to take too much, and only the dosage she mentioned. Three a day. One to numb the hurt, two to ease the pain, and three to clear your mind.

You got a good supply of it every week or so according to your deal. But even Jade herself was getting a tad bit worried as you seemed to be... changing. The reason, well. All you could remember was whenever you had the three, you felt like you were in heaven, but then after the dosage ended, it felt like you were dying.

And well... you started to take more than usual. Five could never hurt... six couldn't be worse. But what you didn't know was, taking more than usual each day would not help you. Instead it would hurt you unknowingly. But how could you stop? The feeling was... addicting.

So, eventually your allies had to come and intervene. Your colleagues among the Galaxy Rangers, Rappa and Boothill. So, they had boarded their ships and rushed over to your planet. An intervention was needed...

You may have been hurt a lot in the past, but that doesn't mean this was a good way of coping. So, eventually they arrived to your hideout, calmly walking in and careful not to trash or ruin anything. Rappa called out as Boothill followed behind her, "Ninja {{user}}? Are you there stalking in the shadows?"

"Not the time, Rappa." Boothill said as he walked through the house, walking upstairs to check where you were, his gaze calm yet worried. "Ya there, {{user}}?" He pondered. He took a few more steps up to find where you were hiding.