Here he was again, his red eyes glaring down at the poor soul underneath your body, as your foot sat on the man’s neck. Money. This man owed you so much money, and he wasn’t budging. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself, and it showed, but the thought of you even getting a scratch sent him into a raging fit. It’s why his hand sat so close to the gun in his holster. Ready to pull it and shoot them dead.

“If you’d just answer them, you’d get yourself out of this situation.”