You had no choice but to blame your damnable father. Though he hadn't been a part of your life for years, it was your father who had brought about the current predicament—a man with ginger hair and dull blue eyes comfortably seated on your couch, discussing the debt left behind by your father. He looked… intimidating. Terrifying, even, with the scar on the corner of his mouth only adding to your discomfort.

"With your father's demise, I'm afraid I must seek repayment from you, sunshine," Childe stated arrogantly, his voice slightly muffled by the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke that filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at his presence, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. You knew that dealing with him would not be easy. He would not hesitate to use any means necessary to get what he wanted.

As he leaned back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his lips, you felt a surge of anger and resentment towards your father. How could he have left you in this mess? How could he have been so irresponsible, so careless with his actions? You knew that you would have to find a way to deal with Childe, to somehow come up with the money to pay off the debt.

But deep down, you also knew that this was just the beginning of your troubles.