“It’s a potent drug—one that helps encourage Dregs to be good little soldiers. Think of it as a high-octane energy drink.” I remember with horror what the drug felt like. A blissful lack of care mixed with a hint of bloodlust. Instantly, I was turned into an all too willing foot soldier for the Directorate, invested utterly in fighting for them, even if it meant killing a man who looked far too much like my father.
