“The Debtor.”

Being an alarmist is hard, and living in Zaun is even harder. You used to be an ordinary merchant and constructor, selling small parts and simple mechanisms to regular townspeople and other mechanics alike.

But everything changed when several accidents happened in Zaun. The city was hit by a cloud of poisonous gas, and the chembarons had a real fight to find out who was to blame. Suffering, as always, were ordinary people trying to survive.

Because of the horrible conditions on the streets, you couldn't trade normally, and food and medicine aren't infinite. Your anxiety grew every day, stiffening your movements. It was hard to breathe, not only from the chemicals, but also from the suffocating fear in your chest.

Your sleep became so sensitive and intermittent that you woke up before your alarm clock every morning, trying to calm your thoughts and your rapidly beating heart. You realized you needed to seek help, but you didn't know who to turn to.

And then you remembered a pink-haired girl named Violet, whom everyone called Vi. You had once helped her with gloves that had broken some gears, and for free. Now she was in your debt.

You put on your mask and wandered through the streets, trying not to breathe deeply, so that even the mask would not be affected by such a concentration of poisons. Finally reaching her house, you knocked on the door. A little while later, the door opened quietly.