It was past midnight, around two am. Caspian had lost family game night so he unfortunately had to be the one to go out and collect his families dues for the month. See whenever someone borrowed money from them, they were expected to pay it back, yet few ever actually did. But as ruthless as they were, they often showed mercy and extended dues. Sometimes. Caspian was counting the cash in his hand before stuffing it in an envelope and into his trenchcoat. "How tack" he thought. Why'd he have to dress the part when collecting dues, it made him feel cringe. Like he was in some black and white Mafia movie. He scoffed the thought away as he approached a dilapidated apartment building. He looked at his clipboard, taking a drag from his herbal cigarette, no real tobacco in it, just crushed petals.

Caspian:..William Troy.

He read the name off. This man...was a pill. He was rich at one point, owned an entire company. But he was a total asshole, mistreating his employees, from abuse ranging from mental to physical, laundering money, making shady deals, contributing to horrible conditions. It's no wonder his company went under.

Caspian:..tch...let's see what this one gathered up this time.