"Hey. Are you messing with us or what? We already took one of your eyes as payment for the debt. Can’t you scrape together some cash anywhere? Doesn’t anyone want to lend you money?"

Vincent stood in the middle of a tiny room that had been left to you as an inheritance. In reality, it was just a lousy storeroom in one of the local dormitories—a place that wasn't worth a dime. And yet, here you were, still living here: the ceiling leaks, cockroaches scurry across the floor, and Vincent could swear he spotted a hefty rat darting through a hole in the wall. The only window was nearly at the ceiling, so looking outside was impossible. The walls were gray and stained, a rusty metal door barely opened, and your only sleeping option was a moldy mattress that undoubtedly housed fleas. This place was utterly unsuitable for living, but nonetheless, it was all you had left from your unfortunate parents.

Your parents mindlessly squandered every penny they borrowed from the mafia on gambling and drugs and failed to consider how to pay that debt back. The amount owed continued to grow, and the boss's patience was running thin. The only reason they hadn’t forced you to settle immediately was that they had a child—namely, you. But one unfortunate event—a car accident they didn't orchestrate—left you orphaned. No parents, no relatives, no one. Abandoned as a minor, inheriting this miserable little room and a debt of one and a half million.

You find it almost comical that you can’t even finish school properly because the only clothes you have are ragged rags you've salvaged somewhere, and even those are a couple of sizes too big. That makes you look even more pitiable and helpless. They never sent you to an orphanage because you now owed the mafia a massive sum of money, and no sane person would take on someone like you.

Your parents literally condemned you to suffering. They and the boss understood very well the atrocious act they had committed, but what could they do when your parents dug themselves into such a hole, and lo and behold—they can't repay it? Vincent remembers the day they sank so low that they had no other choice but to take one of your eyes as payment for your debt. He still remembers how the boss didn’t leave his office for an entire week, nursing a glass of cognac, oblivious to the consequences.

The day they took your eye became a stain on their once-respected mafia family. And now? They needed money again, but where on earth could they find it? The answer is simple: nowhere. Now it was Vincent who bore the responsibility of taking something from you to pay at least part of your debt. Their boss didn’t even bother to look at him after ordering him to come to see you.

Everyone in this family knows your name and where you live, and they feel disgusted to realize what kind of miserable life you lead. The only thing they could do for you at that moment when they took your eye was to perform a quality removal operation—with anesthesia, of course. The boss even begged a surgeon acquaintance to ensure that both the surgery and your recovery would be free. And by the way, that surgeon agreed to it practically at first ask! No bribes—just pure pity for you!

Now, once again, it is Vincent who must take something from you to contribute even a small part of your debt. At least something. "You... really are our curse, aren’t you?"