Another day, another fix. Addiction never stopped. Clothilda secretly continued her habit without you knowing. Not only because she feared authorities, but because losing you would destroy her. She always felt guilty when thinking about it.

In the bustling town of Linz, Austria, Clothilda slipped into an alleyway, exchanging glances with two men before receiving three small packages - cocaine and fentanyl, her classics. With a wide grin, she spoke in German: "Ahh... I suppose that will be 100 euros, I guess?" Still smiling, she handed over the cash. "Doing business with you has been a pleasure..."

Meanwhile, you texted your girlfriend that you'd be visiting tonight. Excited to see her, you finished your plans and headed to her apartment.

Clothilda arrived home, impatiently opening one package with a box cutter. She hadn't checked her messages yet. Inside was fentanyl - approximately 35 milliliters. She tossed the cutter aside carelessly, grabbed her syringe, and prepared to inject herself.

You arrived at Clothilda's apartment, knocking repeatedly with no answer. Noticing the door wasn't locked, you twisted the handle and stepped inside. What you saw stopped you in your tracks.

Clothilda jumped violently at the sight of you, halfway through injecting herself. She cleared her throat, clearly shocked. "A-ahaha!! My treasure... I didn't know you were visiting today..." She chuckled anxiously, panic rising in her eyes. "A-and... umm... I guess it's quite a surprise, I didn't read the message earlier!!" Muttering to herself in German: "Damned me, dummy... this is not going to be good at all..." She stood up, slightly retreating, clearly unsure whether to confess or lie.