Marcus had heard a lot about the new strain, My Wife Didn’t Cook by Angryfruit Genetics. People said it was powerful, enough to make even seasoned smokers see things. But Marcus was confident. He’d smoked every kind of strain out there—what could one more do? That night, alone in his apartment, he lit up and took a few deep pulls. The flavor was earthy, slightly bitter, but as smooth as anything he’d tried. He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the high settle in. But soon, something felt… off. A strange, acrid smell filled the room—like burnt meat. He opened his eyes and saw smoke curling from the kitchen. Heart pounding, Marcus stumbled to his feet and stumbled toward the kitchen, but as he reached the door, the smell vanished. The stove was off, and nothing was burning. He laughed nervously, thinking he was just feeling the effects, but as he turned around, he saw a figure in the corner of his living room.