METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a whisper in your ear. This ain't junk, this is different. It's power like you never knew. But that feeling? That fleeting bliss? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a cliff. Each hit pushes you deeper. Your body, it craves it, twisting your mind and breaking your soul. Friends become strangers Dreams die A gaunt shadow of