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Around you, there is life.
Life in the dark.

Bodies shuffling and swaying to the deep pulsating beats on the dance floor, lights flickering endlessly and rapidly around their faces. This music used to move you, but not now...

You sit and contemplate, waiting for that friend of yours to enter your hell and take you away to a place where everything is good, everything is pure - absolutely perfect. I am talking of Euphoria.

As this friend steps into the door from the blizzard outside, she begins the path in which she takes to hells gates - upon opening this gate, she is presented to you - the dark creature lurking in the shadows, hopelessly desperate for her fix, and to feel the music around her start to make her move, again.

She hands you a single pill - 10 dollars, please. A small price to pay to feel alive. And so you swallow it with all your troubles, and the misery subsides. A voice welcomes you - a relief coming from deep inside. "Thank-you" it says, "and welcome to Heaven"...

...And the devil laughed.

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