SEEKING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It started innocently enough. Just a brief taste to calm the pain. But that first hit, it was almost like a dragon whispering charming nothings in your ear, promising relief. You long for more and more, chasing that rush, the dragon's warmth. But the grip tightens, the whispers become pleas. Your life narrows to a single point: getting the next fix