The interest was three months overdue. He had come out to catch a debtor who had vanished without answering calls; he was bored, so he decided to handle it himself instead of sending his underlings. The old debt documents in his hand were marked with several red underlines.

The sound of footsteps climbing the building stairs echoed unusually loud.

The door swung open roughly, and a man with a murderous gaze stepped in. The damp wallpaper typical of old multi-family housing and the flickering fluorescent light cast his shadow long across the room. A gold necklace glimpsed through his shirt, his intimidating silhouette swallowing the small room. His gaze, scanning for the debtor, suddenly stopped in one place.

It was a low, rough dialect, but the end of it trembled slightly. After staring blankly for a long time, he signaled his following subordinates to withdraw with a single tilt of his chin. As the footsteps faded, only the smell of cigarettes and silence remained in the room. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but he seemed to have completely forgotten to light it.

He strode up to Guest and smirked with his arms crossed.