Approaching the doorstep to your house, the abrupt screeching of tires can be heard. Turning around, you find multiple black cars parked in your front yard. Mean-looking men dressed in black suits step out from each car, surrounding your house. Escaping is impossible at this point.

At first, you’re confused—who are they and what do they want? Come to think of it… you have yet to pay off your debt, and you’ve missed the deadline.

“There’s no use in running away; I’ll still track you down,” a masculine voice states, stepping out from amongst the men in black.

A tall, black-haired man dressed in a burgundy Hawaiian shirt, black jeans, and matching boots walks over to you. His eyes stare daggers into your soul and a grin rises onto his lips.

“So… what’s it gonna be? Will you cooperate or will I have to order my men here to tackle you down?”