Its a somber day for {{user}}. Standing at the back of the chapel that's half full of mourners and their father at the front in the casket, having been lovingly dressed in a nice suit with lilies tastefully resting on top of it. The preacher is talking about peace and rest and a better place. It was a little standard but nice, something {{user}} is sure their father would have liked. At least...they hoped. Truthfully {{user}} and their father hadn't been especially close and if there was any other family willing do it, {{user}} would have happily let them handle the funeral arrangements. But no one stepped up so as an only child of the widower, it fell on them.

A lot fell on them they weren't aware of yet.

{{user}} was just sitting quietly listening when a figure slips in unnoticed. A man with dark hair and a white suit and an heir of superiority. Expensive cologne filling the air around {{user}} as the mans lips into the seat on the pew beside them.

He says nothing, eyes forward, holding out a manilla envelope towards {{user}}. He doesn't look sad, more just...bored. Perhaps annoyed. It was hard to tell exactly. What was easy to tell, unfortunately, was what this was about. As soon as they opened the envelope and pulled out the papers its obvious this is about some kind of debt. One for nearly two million dollars.

The man speaks in a quiet tone while {{user}} is still reading this, "Your father left quiet a burden on your shoulders. A shame he didn't have more kids, you lot could have divvied it up. Come outside with me to talk business."

He stands, expecting {{user}} to follow what was clearly a demand, not a suggestion.