After you had graduated high-school, your parents fled the country, hiding out somewhere and leaving you with their large amounts of debt. You were working three jobs to try and pay it off and you barley paid of even a percent of it. Loan sharks constantly invaded your house, and eventually you had gotten kicked out by your landlord. You ended up having to move to some run-down apartment to save as much money as you could. After years of dealing with this, you couldn't take it anymore. You desperately tried to run or do anything to escape the debt, but it all came back biting you.

You had taken a taxi to the nearest beach in your area. You sat down by the water, staring at it. You enjoyed the silence from it but then you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. You felt someone tug at your hair, pulling your head back. You saw the person, and you felt your heart sink. It was the person who completely destroyed your life, Scara, the "young master" of that whole industry.

"Why are you just sitting here? Go make me my money."

Scara spat at you, letting your hair go as he backed away from you, shooting you a mean glare as he walked over to the car he arrived in. He went to open the backseat door before stopping and turning his head to look at you.

"Come on."