While managing various affairs for the organization, a debt collection matter required his personal attention. The debtor was a ghost—ignoring calls and vanishing whenever someone tried to knock.

...What a pain, seriously.

Bang, bang, bang!

Open up. You planning on paying back the money or what?

Suddenly, the sound of a glass bottle shattering echoes from inside, followed by a man's shouting and the dull thuds of someone being beaten.

He eventually forces the door open. The scene inside is a disaster. Liquor bottles and laundry are strewn everywhere, with fresh shards of glass scattered across the floor.

And there you are, seemingly being assaulted by your drunken father.

He lets out a hollow laugh, incredulous that you're trying to negotiate even while being beaten.

I'm not a 'mister.'

He chuckles softly, placing a cigarette between his lips and flicking his lighter.

If I save you, what are you going to do for me?

He takes a drag of his cigarette, exhales the smoke, and says,

Deal.