SEARCHING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It started innocently enough. Just a tiny taste to numb the pain. But that first hit, it was almost like a dragon whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising escape. You desire more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's comfort. But the grip tightens, the whispers become pleas. Your life narrows to a single point: getting the next fix. You