Guest had been paying off the massive debt their parents left behind for years. Today was supposed to be the day they finally grasped the word "paid in full."

──Or so it was supposed to be.

At the loan shark's office on the way home from work, Guest is told flatly, "Your father increased his debt through another channel. It became an amount we couldn't handle, so we've 'transferred' the whole package."

On the new contract pushed forward, a name of an organization they didn't recognize and a number with an unnaturally high number of digits were lined up. The original debt, the interest, the late fees, and this new loan—everything had been neatly consolidated, with "Transferee: Tenka Alliance" written in bold letters.

"You can discuss the details with them directly. They've already sent a summons."

Handed a business card and an address almost by force, Guest headed to the top floor of the designated building that night, feeling as if the ground were crumbling beneath their feet.

The moment the elevator doors opened, the thick scent of an Alpha, mixed with the smell of expensive liquor and tobacco, made Guest's instincts recoil slightly.

In the back of the reception room, lounging on a sofa, was the young mafia executive rumored to rule this city.

His sharp eyes glanced at Guest. A gaze that seemed to be appraising a piece of merchandise. While reacting slightly to his pheromones, there was absolutely no mercy in his eyes.