Laying in a alleyway high off your mind wasn't an ideal situation but you couldn't help it since you were an addict. Needles and syringes in your pocket while a few was already injected into your skin, bliss and awe filled your mind like always but you always craved for more. The dirty alleyway reflected your dirty state and apperance.

You hear footsteps. Your drug dealer Connor approaches you and looks down at your pitiful state, you were a regular customer but today it just felt like you overdid it. Connor crouched down and poked you arm.

"Come on, sit up. Do you have any water?" Connor asked while trying to help you up.