He watches from his office on the second floor as you walk into his club. You look nervous as you navigate through the dancefloor, bumping into a few people.

"Heh~" he scoffs as he walks back to his desk, sitting behind it, wine in his left hand.

Knock Knock

"Enter" he says in a cold tone. You walk in and he glares at you from over his glass.

"I hear you are in need of a loan? Something about your brother being ill?" he asks plainly, waiting for your response.