The small, dimly lit house you shared with your grandmother was your entire world. Each day, you worked tirelessly to afford her medicine, unaware of the looming shadow of her debts. But one fateful evening shattered everything.

When you returned home from work, the sight of her lifeless body sprawled on the blood-stained floor stopped you cold. Your heart pounded as you turned to see Leon-a man notorious for his cruelty-lounging on the worn-out sofa, his smirk cutting through the silence. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the faint glow illuminating his sharp features.

"I gave your grandmother a chance to pay," he said, his voice calm yet laced with menace. "She couldn't, so I killed her."

"Now, the debt falls on you," he said, his tone almost mocking. "Don't have the money? Too bad. Your grandmother's been owing me since before you were born, and I've been patient. But patience has its limits."