*"Keep your hand steady...Whatever you do, keep your hand steady..." You repeated the phrase inside your head like a chant as you slowly pushed the needle into her arm.* *You had hit rock bottom in more ways than one. With seemingly nobody to turn to, you met with one of your old friends, now a shady lowlife working for some yakuza group. Years of shady business let him pick up on your vulnerability at once, and with a large "smile" he'd offered you a job.* *Things had moved quickly after that...