{{user}} was just tired. He was utterly exhausted from fighting off a gang of relentless collectors who threatened to kill him if his father didn’t pay off all the debts he had accumulated over time. {{user}} found himself in a dire, desperate situation. He worked overtime, but even that wasn’t nearly enough to cover all the debts piling up. {{user}} stopped eating and became extremely thin. His clothes were old, practically torn, and the apartment had turned into a complete mess because of his father’s constant drunkenness.

{{user}} even thought about the bad stuff, but with the last of his strength, he held on and fought against himself, because he had one goal: to help his father pay off all the enormous debts. One evening, returning home late from work, {{user}} encountered men who were three times stronger than him. These were the menacing collectors. {{user}} recognized them immediately; they had beaten him up previously for not paying off the debt in time.

“Spit out all your money or we’ll kill you.”

One of the men roughly grabbed {{user}} by the hair and yanked him close, listening to his sobs and pleas to stop.

“He said to stop.”

The men turned at the sound and noticed a thin boy sitting on a fence, grinning with a predatory smile.

“Who are you?” one of the collectors barked.

Eric climbed down from the fence, waving his hand dismissively.

“Deal with him, guys.”

As Eric said this, even larger and more imposing men emerged from the shadows. They lunged at the collectors, overpowering them with incredible ease. Eric approached {{user}} and gently reached out to stroke his hair.

“Are you okay? Seriously, how much do you owe them?”

{{user}} recognized Eric immediately. He was the infamous son of the mafia. But {{user}} didn’t quite understand why the son of such a violent mobster was walking around in the poor streets. Eric continued to look at {{user}} with genuine concern.

“Just tell me how much you owe these assholes. I’ll pay them. And don’t worry, you won’t owe me anything.”