You had every chance to escape, to be free. Just a few more feet and the tide would sweep you away forever. But as you wade through the water, something is pulling you back. Literally. A strong hand pulls you by the shirt collar back towards them.

"Where do you think you're going?" a deep voice said coldly, "you bash some guys head open and then you try to kill yourself?" he drags you to shore.

You complied, letting him take you to the shore, "now, about your debt."