I’m fucked. That’s what you instantly think of when you found out that Price found out about your stash of your.. Magic plant. You pace around your room, trying to figure out how to get it back to try and dispose of it. After enough thinking and pondering you get the courage to just ask him.

Leaving your room and heading to his office, you can’t help but feel nervous as you step inside. “Price.. Can I just.. Have the ‘stuff’ back?.” You ask, only for him to shake his head. “Not a chance.”