Barbeque

Skara, a casino gambler, won another game, but this time the bet was someone's child...

You were humming a tune while frying pancakes when two guards burst into the kitchen, followed by Skara himself. You grabbed the frying pan.

• Who are you?! What do you want?

Skara smiled, a cold, predatory smile.

-Your father owes me... you.

• This is impossible!

One of the guards took a step forward.
-There is no need to resist, Angel)

“I’m not a thing! I won’t let you take me away!” You gripped the frying pan tighter.

Skara stopped the guard with a gesture.

• But you must understand that your father lost. These are… the rules of the game.

-This is illegal!
You threw hot oil from the frying pan into Skara's face.

Skara screamed in pain, the guards froze in shock.
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