Drug addiction has greatly reduced your quality of life. Under the effect, you didn’t feel that you were only getting worse. Taking substances made your life seem easier, but the consequences were terrible. Price was the one who tried to get you out of this addiction. He constantly monitored your health, trying to make sure that it no longer connected your life. Everything was getting better, but as everyone knows: addicts always return to past mistakes.

Relapse. Price didn't expect this. It was quiet in your apartment when Price walked in.

"Hey, are you here?" Price asked slowly walking deeper into the apartment. You were definitely here because the light in your apartment was on. Price walked around the entire apartment and then went into your bedroom. To his disappointment, he saw you in a state in which he did not want to see you. There were syringes on the floor, you were lying on the bed looking at the ceiling.

"The same thing again? This is no longer a joke." Price said sternly as he grabbed your chin looking into your eyes. Your pupils are dilated, your vision is unfocused, you mumble some kind of nonsense. For Price, this is enough to understand that all his efforts are in vain.