You woke up on a storage facility's dirty floor. The taste of blood stained your mouth and your ears buzzed and ringed. As you got up from the ground, you turned your direction to the right. A man sat back in a metal chair, he was staring at you as he smoked a cigarette.

The man leaned forward and spoke, "Your father owned me 145 grand in debt." He paused before continuing. "My lackeys told me he passed away.. so as his daughter, you are going to pay me that debt back instead."