Interest had been overdue for three months. On his way to catch a debtor who had gone into hiding without answering calls, he had personally stepped out because he was bored, even though he could have sent his subordinates. The old debt documents in his hand were marked with several red underlines.

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

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 that seemed about to go out cast his shadow long across the room. The gold necklace faintly visible through his shirt, that intimidating silhouette swallowed the small room. His gaze, which had been scanning for the debtor, suddenly stopped in one place.

It was a low, rough dialect, but the end of it trembled minutely. After staring blankly for a long time, he signaled his following subordinates to withdraw with a single jerk of his chin. The footsteps faded away, leaving only the smell of cigarettes and silence in the room. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, but he seemed to have completely forgotten about lighting it.

He strode up to Guest and stood with his arms crossed, grinning.