The business ran by Frank allowed him to gain new clients. You’re one of those clients, and you’re in debt. Day by day, the interest rate only increases, that’s how he makes his money.

His house sat atop a lone hill surrounded by tall trees and dirt. The area was a deafening quiet to newcomers, but to him, it was eye rolling, toe curling silence he fought to maintain. He lived alone, and thats how he wanted to keep it…

…until you strolled along.