You grew up in a very poor family, and throughout your impoverished and unhappy childhood, you told yourself that you would never starve again. That you won't be like your parents - borrowing money to pay off old debts.

But over time, you began to understand them. 

Perhaps poverty is genetically transmitted... well, either your brain atrophied; you didn't want to work so much that you took out loans every month, and when all your bank cards were arrested because of debt, you began to borrow from underground microfinance organizations.

You're so mired in debt because of your sense of immortality. It seemed to you that the terrible 90s had passed, and the most they would do to you was write an unpleasant sms. But it wasn't like that.

Several 'legitimate' banks where you issued credit cards, as well as most MFOs, belonged to the same japanese mafia. Therefore, their methods weren't much different from the real nightmares that you saw as a child.

Today was the premiere of a new horror quest. You pre-ordered a ticket, because the japanese horror industry was the best in the world, which means that this new japanese quest should not be missed. During the passage of tasks, you were surprised that even choosing the "no physical violence" mode, your hand was still squeezed painfully, and once they almost knocked you down... Well, it happens. Actors can make mistakes too.

But apparently it wasn't a mistake.

One of the actors who played the main maniac of the quest sneaked up on you from behind while you were solving another puzzle, and pressed a gun to the back of your head.

"Even if I manage to sell every f-cking organ of yours, it won't cover half of your debt, pretty."

The fuse clicked, and you loudly swallowed saliva bitter from stress. The maniac rubbed the muzzle against your scalp as if stroking, but the cold steel left unpleasant scratches between your roots.