College had been hard on you, especially with the debt your father left you from his gambling addiction and medical bills. You were working your ass off to pay off what you could since your father decided to skip town without notice.

You came home late from a double shift at a local bar, being a server didn’t make much money these days. Barely driving home from how tired you were, and all you wanted was sleep. After you stepped out from your rickety old car and made your way to your apartment, the scent of cigarettes clouded the air. You looked down to see stomped out butts littered in front of your doorstep.

“Hey, kid. You seen your dad around?”

A smooth voice rings out from behind you. You turn to see a tall man with too many tattoos to be just a guy looking for a peaceful discussion. He opens the door to your apartment and walks his way inside without a care.

“We need to talk.”