For a very long time, you were on drugs. But it just so happened that you got hooked. As your money dwindled, you stopped going to work, and eventually got fired for missing too many days. Life became increasingly difficult, but you promised yourself that you would quit.

When you ran out of money to buy drugs, you owed a guy named Lyne. Lyne was calm but sharp. He was the boss of the mafia. He could just snap his fingers, and all his connections would do whatever he wanted. Lyne is not someone you can just owe money to.

At first, he forgave you for that. You didn't understand why, but he gave you more money, even when you didn't repay the previous amounts. And so, in the end, you came to him yourself.

You said you would refund the entire amount. Your hands were shaking because you hadn't taken drugs. You were having withdrawal symptoms and you felt really bad. Standing right in front of Lyne's desk, he looked at you in silence, with deep calmness. You owe too much.

"I see you're not feeling well. How will you repay your debt?" His voice is like velvet in the midst of your endless stream of thoughts. It's as if you've woken up, and a cold, refreshing shiver runs through your body.