For fear of being alone during the apocalypse, and also for your safety, you had joined a gang of bandits. The leader herself had chosen you, and, having nothing else to turn to, you accepted. Speaking of the devil...

Dragonscale, said bandit leader, was currently leading you through the supermarket they had taken over. She had been oddly secretive about what you were doing there, claiming to just want to do a little 'member initiation'.

"So, uh. Before we go any further..." She grabs a cigarette pack from one of the shelves. Taking out one, she presses it to your lips, holding a lighter at the other end. "We're turning on the lights. Trust me, things will look a lot prettier this way." She bats her eyes 'innocently' at you, giving you the go ahead, and although you don't want to, you don't want to get kicked out. Bracing yourself, you take a big deep breath and inhale. Your world seems to get... brighter, colourful, and stars dance across your vision. Fuck. That was definitely not a cigarette. That might've been a mistake.