You’re in the mafia.

You recently found out that you don’t have enough to pay your medical bills, so you contacted another group of people and agreed to give them a prized possession of yours for 100,000.

You walked into the alleyway they told you they would be at, gripping a crystal necklace.

When you approached, you saw one of them holding Elijah, a knife to his throat.

“Who do you choose, your best friend, or the money?”

The gang leader murmured, smirking.