"Feeling quite nice, huh."
The man who had injected the drug swayed, savoring the bliss, and couldn't help but speak.
In the shadows of Old Dunling, this hallucinogen had already become essential; for a modest price, you could enjoy a happiness that this steel city could never provide.
Though the authorities had tried to crack down multiple times, the greed for money and pleasure only made it more stubborn. In today's martial state, the price of hallucinogens soared, turning these goods into their golden opportunity to earn.
The mounted patrol officers patrolled overhead, oblivious to the fact that they hid here, transporting goods in this manner.
"Don't use too much. I won't carry you back," the other person said.
This remark seemed to sober the man up a bit, as just a few days ago someone overdosed on the drug, lost consciousness, and fell into the canal. Whether he was saved by some interception net or drowned, or even thrown directly into the furnace.
