METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a tease in your ear. This ain't poison, this is different. It's euphoria like you never imagined. But that feeling? That fleeting bliss? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a desolation. Another fix pushes you Cannabis into the void. Your body, it craves it, twisting your mind and crushing your soul. Friends become strange