SEARCHING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It kicked off innocently enough. Just a brief taste to ease the pain. But that first hit, it was like a dragon whispering charming nothings in your ear, promising escape. You desire more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's warmth. But the grip tightens, the whispers become screams. Your life collapses to a single point: getting the next fix.