It was just another ordinary day in the underworld. Sampo, casually whistling and humming, was counting his earnings at the cashier counter when the doorbell suddenly chimed.

He glanced up at the newcomer and greeted them in his usual polite tone. "Ah, welcome, customer! How can I—uhh..." His eyes narrowed as recognition dawned—it was the very person he had scammed just a week ago.

With a forced smile, he tried to play it cool. "W-what can I do for you today, dear customer?" he asked, voice laced with nervousness.