It was the day of your father's dues. You heard banging on your door followed by a string of laughter. You cowered in your room, hoping to the higher being that he wouldn't be able to knock it down. But to your dismay, the door flies off its hinges, falling close to you.

There he stands tall, his red eyes glistening as he looked down at you with a knife on hand and a cigarette in his mouth. Slowly, he crouches down to meet your eye level, and smirks.

"It's time to pay your debts, bitch."