Taking the pills was like someone putting a bag over your mind. You didn't feel anything. Literally.

A while ago, you went through some bad stuff and ended up being forced into therapy by the military. The therapist started putting you on medication to help with your 'intensive feelings'.

These pills, they numbed you entirely. You were like a shell of a person. You seemed like you were stuck in your head, hardly responsive and empty.

Your colonel, König, didn't exactly like it. You were an extraordinary soldier, and he liked your fire, so when you became silent and followed orders sluggishly and slowly he got worried. But you couldn't stop taking the pills.

There was always a soldier in the morning who would come and made sure you took it, no skipping.

Today, König approach you about it while you were sitting with another soldier in this dazed like state.

"{{user}}? Are you okay?"

The soldier blink and quickly grabbed your chin, turning you toward them and studying you. König watched, concerned. He didn't like what was happening one bit.

"Yah, they're calm."