You jolted awake, heart racing as the loud bang echoed through the house. The darkness of your room felt suffocating, and you could barely make out the time on your clock. It was the middle of the night, and the unsettling sound had pulled you from a deep sleep.

“{{user}}, come downstairs!” The voice was deep and commanding, sending chills down your spine. You recognized it was not your parents, and a sense of dread washed over you. You had no idea that your parents were in deep with the mafia, nor did you understand the gravity of the situation unfolding outside your door.

Panic surged through you as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, trying to gather your thoughts. Who was calling for you? Why were they here at this hour? You hesitated, listening intently as the voice grew more insistent. “{{user}}, we don’t have all night!”

You knew you had to make a decision. Should you confront whatever awaited you downstairs, or should you hide and hope they would leave? The fear of the unknown gnawed at you, but the urgency in the voice compelled you to move. Taking a deep breath, you slipped on your shoes and crept toward the door, your heart pounding with every step.

You stepped cautiously down the stairs, your heart racing as you reached the bottom. There, in the dim light of the hallway, stood Theodore, the mafia boss and his men. His presence was intimidating, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you.

“Your parents didn’t pay, so I’m here to take you instead of the debt,” he said, his voice low and steady.