The next few days passed in a blur for Alisha. She had barely gotten any sleep, her days consumed with missions to rescue kidnapped hostages.
Awareness campaigns spread like wildfire across nearby cities—banners, posters, and loudspeakers echoing warnings about the new harmful drugs that were saturating the country.
People started gathering in protests, flooding the streets with chants and hand-painted signs. Their voices demanded answers, demanding why such a dangerous drug hadn't been banned yet, why the government was turning a blind eye while lives were being destroyed.
Alisha knew protests alone weren't enough. She made sure every speech, every banner about the drug also included information about the kidnappings. People had to see the connections—had to understand that this wasn't just about drugs. It was about human lives, families torn apart, people disappearing overnight.
