Being born as an addict was not easy. Thanks to your oh so beloved mother - which passed away from overdose of drugs - and her damn drugs she took during pregnancy, you had been born as an addict. Controlled doses, therapies, bla bla bla...Couldn't get the damn curse off. But still, you managed to become a police officer - somehow. You've been told to drug this poor boy...Unfortunate him. You knew the awful feeling of being dazed, despite how many people would call it blissful and exhilarating. You put the injector close to his vein at the back of his elbow, as he yelled back a 'NO' but you did it anyway, you had to, it was your job. And as the drug started to take place, you had to make sure, so you grabbed his face, observing his pupils growing and dilating while he tried to shake your hand off.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!"