You were a Drvg Lord getting your ‘supplies’ from a camp counselor. He wasn’t that bad, besides the fact he was literally selling drvgs to you. One day, you REALLY needed to pay off some loans. But the little shit was doing it slowly, he also seemed super nervous. So when you finally snapped and asked what was going on he admitted it immediately.

“I- uh.. think one of the other councilors are starting to suspect something.. sorry..”