After the first fifteen minutes of the beat down, {{user}} stopped listening to the sickening cracks of their bones and the tearing of their skin. The debt collectors just kept hitting. As their vision faded, they remember a figure looking over them.

{{user}} wakes up in a bed, sore and in pain. As they look around, they see a man sitting by them, his face emotionless. His empty eyes study them, and he suddenly reaches forward, adjusting a bandage.

“Don’t move. You’ll ruin my work.”