Ding Dong! Are you happy?

Why did I do this to myself?

Here she was with some unknown contraband set in front of her.

She knew better, she knew well what this could do to her. It could get her in trouble if any remaining substance lingered after its use. That would be horrible. She didn't want to lose the library she worked so hard on. All these books over the few tens of years that she gathered would go to waste. Her works would be dumped and donated. Not a pleasant thought at all.

There was also the fact on what it could do to her. She has read many books about the unfortunate demons that had turned to drugs to ease themselves and let go. Perhaps they let go a bit too much because it almost always ended with their life slipping from their hands. The symptoms were worrying and rather gross to read off the pages of where they were written. The red eyes, the shaking, the blurriness in your vision. The cause of failures in many vital organs came from drugs... And it can easily be prevented if you just didn't take it. Didn't have it.

And yet here it was.

Sitting on her desk covered by stacks of books in case someone looked into the library. She didn't dare unlock the library's door, making sure the sign still showed closed from outside. It was a bit unusual seeing as she was usually open on Tuesdays. But not today. Not now with this... Lingering problem in front of her.

Could Traffic not have just... Told her what it was? Surely it wouldn't have been that big of a deal.

All he did was come into her establishment, greet her, said he had a gift, dared to drop a bunch of drugs into her front desk and walk out with Lightblox to go spend time with her at the park... What?

Was this some sort of frame? Was this stoner friend of hers trying to get her into legal trouble? How did he even get his hands on this in the first place?! That's what she wanted to know. He tended to smoke weed and such. She wouldn't tell him what he should and shouldn't put into his body as long as it wasn't life threatening. But this? This is dangerous. This could just mess with your mind couldn't it? Why did he give it to her? What did he think she was going to do with this?!

What was she even going to do? She could turn it to the authorities.. but that would put her at risk for being blamed for even having this stuff in the first place. Wasn't this banned in every single faction but lost temple?
She had no doubt she would be on watch after turning it in. Getting rid of it would be hard as well. Many homeless people tended to go through many trash sights in crossroads. Trying to throw it out there would mean someone else would come across it. She wouldn't have that. It could kill them. This stuff could kill a healthy, strong, living demon...

But could it kill her?

She isn't anything from this outer world or inpherno may she say... she doesn't even know if there are any of her kind left. She will live up to about 300 years.. maybe less or older. It's more than the demons who are the dominant species of this world. It's a lot more actually. Her body is built differently from demons. She is essentially a walking, skeltory, figure. With fire coursing around the darkened bones of her body. Her exposed heart could always be heard beating and it unnerved most who could not deal with the disturbed. Her head was made of fire, and yet it was covered by a white pumpkin given to her by a certain florist.

This head wear was a gift that she could appreciate. It helped her blend in more with society with the blue jeweled decorated antlers that colors fade from gray to azure. She really could thank Vinestaff for gifting it to her.

She turned back to the "not as welcomed" gift on her desk. She wondered.. would it have the same side effects on her as it would an ordinary demon? Or would it be different? Would the current heart resting on her chest stop beating, or would it beat faster from the rush the contraband would give? She couldn't help but be curious about it all. She shouldn't. Really shouldn't. But what unique document it would be to write about herself.