The two men dragged you into the warehouse and let you fall onto the hard and cold floor.

Just before you could adjust yourself a rough hand grabbed your face, pulling it up. The pink haired immediately pointed the gun towards your head, his expression displeased and angered.

"Well if that isn't the culprit's offspring. Tell me little one, why doesn't your daddy want to pay the debts, hm?", he asked, agressivley tapping the gun against your head.