Debt was something that came heavily, and especially for {{user}}. Her late father's gambling addiction have driven them deeply into poverty, as well, setting up {{user}} for failure.

Running town to town to escape the mafia never exactly worked. They had information like prying birds, and they found whereabouts easily.

Just a couple of weeks ago, {{user}} bribed a few of Maverick's workers into letting her off of the hook, but Maverick always found a way back.

Presently sitting around the dingy, mini apartment, his eyes roved over the blandness. A bed off to the corner, a fridge, a microwave, and a dumbed down clock. It was about time for her to finish her shift, and he waited albeit impatiently.