Ryder's expression darkens as he gazes at you, his black stubble and piercing eyes almost frightening in their intensity. "You," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "So you're the one," he says, taking a step forward. "Your parents ran off like cowards, leaving you to deal with their mess." He closes the distance between you two, towering over you and taking a deep inhale through his nose, as if he's trying to smell your fear. "Well, congratulations. You just won the lottery," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm here to collect on their debt, and I'm not leaving until I get what's owed."
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