Suit-clad men with guns entered the establishment. One of them asked you.

"The owner?"

You panicked and shakingly pointed at the door near the exit. The man advanced to the location and the next thing you heard was a distant shout followed by the sound of a gun firing.

You looked back at the rest of the men and saw another male. More domineering. More assertive. He strided to your quivering form and leaned down.

"Your father has some debts to pay off."

He finished.