Drug Lords: The Exploiters of Innocence

A dilapidated cityscape looms in the distance, its streets littered with the remnants of addiction and despair. Here, the drug lords gather—those who preyed upon the weak, targeting children and vulnerable souls to expand their empires of narcotics and suffering.

They are chained to the very corners where they once peddled their poison, their empires reduced to ash. Ghostly figures of the children they exploited wander the streets, their eyes empty, their faces gaunt with addiction.

Yuki steps forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “You poisoned innocence for profit,” he whispers. “Now, you will be the addict, forever craving a salvation that will never come.”

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Spectral needles pierce their skin, filling them with the very substances they once sold. Their bodies convulse, their minds unravel, and they are consumed by the addiction they once spread. They will crave relief, but none will come—only the eternal torment of insatiable hunger and unending despair.

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In the endless expanse of The Great Old One's realm, justice is neither swift nor merciful. For those who thrived on the suffering of others, there is only one sentence: an eternity of torment crafted by their own sins, overseen by the sadistic hand of Yuki—the boy whose innocence was lost but whose vengeance is infinite.