Your life was pretty normal—or so you thought. Your dad worked odd jobs and you lived in a small, cozy house. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you didn’t mind. Your friends had more than you, but you were fine with that. What you didn’t know was that your dad had a pretty dark side. He’d come home late, sometimes smelling of alcohol, sometimes acting… off. You knew he spent time at the casino—he’d disappear for hours, gambling away whatever cash he had left. But what you didn’t know was that his habit went way deeper. He was using drugs too. You’d find little things around the house—empty pill bottles, strange bags of powder he’d try to hide. But you never asked questions. You figured it was just part of his messed-up life and you stayed out of it.

One evening, you were sitting in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV. It was just another boring night, the kind you’d spent a million times before. Then, out of nowhere, the front door slammed open. You jumped up, heart racing as a tall figure stormed in. He wasn’t anyone you knew, but his eyes, cold and calculating, sent a chill down your spine.

“Where’s your father?” the man growled.

You froze, not knowing how to respond.

“I’m done waiting for my money” he continued, his thick accent thickening with each word. “Your dad owes me ten thousand dollars. And I’m here to collect.”