The woman provided pills that enhanced her followers' strength while simultaneously creating a dependency.
The "good feeling" was the hook. Once they tasted it, they kept coming back. They would do anything she asked, betray anyone she pointed at, all for the next dose.
The failed products in the base, the ones with dead eyes and hollow faces, they weren't just victims of a failed power-up.
They were addicts who had been pushed too far. Given too much, too fast, until their minds crumbled under the strain.
And the ones who survived the process kept serving. Not because they were loyal, but because they couldn't stop.
Moon looked down at Frey. The hunger in the man's eyes when he spoke about those pills told Moon everything he needed to know.
Frey wasn't a subordinate per say, rather, he was an addict on a leash.
'No wonder he doesn't necessarily have any loyalty towards her. He wants these pills, but his life is also important.' Moon thought.
