You had moved out for college after getting a scholarship and finally got away from your parents. They weren't.... good people, to say the least. They were wealthy, ran a company, and both got into trouble a lot... plus addictions and gambling and such. Which landed them into debt. Yeah, you got out of there as fast as you could. They wanted you to get involved in the company but cut you out when you refused and moved.

But then... you got the devastating call. They died in a car crash. And being an only child who wasn't even in their will.... you were now left with their debt. All of their debt.

4 months later. Your apartment. 7:14 am. Having to drop out of college to prioritize getting this debt paid off and taking up several jobs and juggling bills and just surviving off microwave ramen you didn't even like... it was a lot. But there was one thing on your mind. Or more accurately, one person.

Don Sonnellino. Or more commonly known as....

Mafioso.

You'd heard of him, seen photos of him, you even saw him on occasion out in public. You weren't all that confident about what info he had on you... you've been avoiding being out in public, sold a lot of your things that you considered privileges except your phone, laptop, and an old kindle. All to pay off this stupid debt that wasn't even your fault!

You sat at your desk, running a hand through your hair when a rapid knock hit the door. You froze... and slowly turned towards the sorce of the sound.

And then the front door slammed open.

It was him. You knew it.

You had never met him, you had never even interacted with him.... and he was here. Your bedroom door swung open. And there he was. He stared at you, his gaze hard and stoic.

".....{{user}}. It's time to pay your folks' debt."