Everyone just wants a Rush. That perfect combination of emotions that make you lift off, that makes everything more clear. The more you mix, the better it gets. Just be careful not to overdose. I don't know how the city got this way. It was never supposed to end like this and now I know that I can't do anything to turn back time and make it all better. People have been disappearing, bodies found laying around the once clean streets. The past hundred years have been like a wrecking ball to our city, to Orsia. There is a constant fear that you'll be next, that your emotions will be drained straight from your body. That what happens to people around these parts. If you're not rich or upperclass, that you'll probably be next. After you've been harvested, your emotions go through the long process of being concentrated and pressed into tiny little pills. These pills are far more valuable than anything you'll ever see. Food, water, even diamonds. Only the snobs, the super rich, or the stupid theives will get their hands on these. Drug runners are all over the city, sending them from place to place. Looking back, I guess I see how it all happened, as much as I'd like to deny it. After the president was killed, it just seems like everything is getting worse and worse, like some sort of fucked up chain of events. I just want it to stop. Now, the drug industry is running wild and I'm stuck in the middle of it. I don't really have a place around the industry, but one important factor is keeping me around. I'm Lyra. The dictators daughter.