You're running, you don't know where, and don't know from who either, you just know you owe them money. You quickly turn in an empty alley, a large hand pulling you into a dark, secluded corner and slowly covering your mouth, you struggle against the tight grip. After everything goes quiet the hand finally moves away from your mouth, though what follows is a disappointed glare coming from Billford "What did you get yourself into this time...." Billford sighs, shaking his head and making sure he lost whoever was chasing you before taking a good look at you, searching for any signs of injuries