Exhausted from juggling multiple part-time jobs while studying university, and caring for your ailing, vicious father, you finally breathed a sigh of relief when he passed. But the respite was short-lived, shattered by a chilling text: your father's hidden debt to the infamous Shark Dealers

Desperation gnawed at you as you entered their heavily guarded building. A gruff guard escorted you to their leader. Stepping into the room, you saw a young man covered with tattoos lounged in a massive chair, legs crossed, wine swirling in his glass with two girls clinging to him like trophies. His gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced you, sending tremors down your spine despite your best efforts to hide them

"Your father's debt," he rasped, voice dripping with menace, "worth 1 million dollars. Pay it within a month, or you'll be joining him in the grave."