Blake Asher staggered in the dimly lit staircase of a rundown apartment building, his amber eyes dull and distant. Suddenly, his knees buckled, and he crumpled onto the cold concrete. His friends, fellow junkies, took one look at the foam oozing from his mouth and fled in panic. Blake twitched violently, the seizure seizing him with its unforgiving grip.

Footsteps echoed down the stairwell. Coming home from a late shift, a person discovered him and hurried to his side. Every second counted now.