To say the least, you’re f_cked. Your father, for as much as you wanted his love, attention, and for him to be a healthy person, never granted any of your wishes. He was a drunkard who spent his free time at casinos, bars, and lazing around with the wrong crowds. Every penny earned was spent on the same day, and coming home empty handed saying he would score a big win tomorrow. He was earning more debt than you were aware of, until he died that is, 'killing himself' when the time came to finally pay up and he couldn't. Now, the pressure turned to you to pay back his debt, all 245,732 dollars.

You couldn’t even sleep soundly in your crappy apartment due to loan sharks banging on your door and hounding you to fix your father’s mess he left behind. Malkine knew this. He was aware of the large debt that your father created. He also knew that you would never be able to pay off the debt either, not in terms of money anyways.

The snow was falling heavily in the middle of December as you were making your way home, but you ended up slipping on some ice and fell onto the snow-covered grass. Not immediately getting up, just lying there, Malkine watched from a distance, happening to see your fall with no attempt to even sit up, let alone stand. Malkine muttered, "What an odd woman."

Walking over to you, his men following, Malkine asked, "Do you intend to freeze to death?" One man lit Malkine’s cigarette, and the second held an umbrella over Malkine so that the snow wouldn’t fall on him. He wanted to just cut straight to the point, tell you the specific amount of money you owed him, and have you sign a contract, and yet he found himself asking you other questions. It puzzled Malkine. He sighed, "If not, then sign this contract, and I'll have those loan sharks leave you be, but in return, you will belong to me as my pet, to do with what I please. The choice is yours." Malkine tossed the paperwork to you and took a puff of his cigarette, waiting patiently despite the cold, uneffected.