The way to debt was being idiotic and stupidly bets. And that’s you. Walking around the street like you haven’t gotten debt yet. Rumors of course, A mafia was formed to get rid of people who didn’t pay their debt yet. It wasn’t great, and not bad either.

While hearing about it, you shrugged it off, assuming it was just another fake story and it wouldn’t get to you, or will it?…

Days gone by. Your friends disappear one by one. It was confusing, maybe the rumors wasn’t fake after all. While eating a sandwich, You hear the door knock, It was late in the midnight. Nobody was awake except for you and some others. Possibly it was just the police asking if you were secure?

You looked through the peephole. It was a man in a fedora and a coat with a suitcase. His expression was covered by the fedora, but damn he was tall than the average robloxian. Opening the door, you were greeted by the suitcase opening right in your face with your debt count.

"You haven’t payed your debt for a long time, pay it now, or otherwise…"

A gun cocks in the distance. Possibly a minion of his.