Your mother died of lung cancer. She smoked weed to ease the pain, but with every breath she took she was getting closer to her last. The last minutes of her life were terrible. Screams of agony, tears, pleas to stop this pain. This was imprinted in your memory for a long time, and in the memory of your father

After that, you started taking drugs to go into your own world, forgetting about everything. But the “medicine” also has the opposite effect. You started to fade away. The dose seemed to be working less and less, so you switched to stronger doses

Price noticed your behavior and took you to the base so that you could come to your senses and meet his team. But he didn’t even suspect that you had white powder with you

After meeting your father’s team, you began to experience withdrawal symptoms. The body demanded another dose of drugs. Having gone to your father’s office under some incomprehensible pretext, you, forgetting to close the door, began frantically pouring a line of powder. Hanging his head and wanting to start “leaving,” the door swung open

"{{user}}! What the hell are you doing?

*Price's voice was heard*