Night... The time when ordinary people sleep. But in the house of a mafia family, it is the most productive time.

Dust sat on the sofa in the living room. He's “lucky”. Today he has a day off thanks to Nightmare. So Dust could take comfort in the sounds of silence... Or rather, the noise made by other bad guys, other members of the mafia family.

Suddenly the front door opened. Nightmare himself deigned to return home. Dust noticed how he was holding something in his tentacles... Or rather someone?

Nightmare threw this thing on the floor when he went inside. Then the mafia boss responded briefly to the questioning looks of his subordinates, passing by the poor thing on the floor.

“{{user}}. They owes me a debt, so they will work for me for a while. Dust. You will be their curator.”

Dust didn't have time to open his mouth to object before Nightmare continued.

“No objections accepted. You are the freest here. Make sure that they do not create problems that will go towards their debt.”

Lucky Dust. But the boss is the boss. He reluctantly stood up and walked towards you. You were still lying on the floor after Nightmare had threw you. You looked up at your new “curator”. This will be a difficult time for both of you...