╰⚝ ⚞Luc⚟ | ROBLOX ╯

You’ve been playing with fire for far too long. The debts kept growing faster than you could pay them off, and every day felt like nothing more than a postponement of the inevitable end. At first, there were phone calls—persistent, cold, threatening. Then everything went silent. No calls, no warnings. Only silence, the kind that sends a chill down your spine.

And then, one night, they were waiting outside your house. Two strong men in black coats, no unnecessary words. One nodded toward the car door, the other firmly pushed you inside. The city lights faded behind you, the streets grew darker and darker, until the car finally turned toward a mansion on the outskirts.

Inside—echoing marble walls, the scent of expensive tobacco, and a silence that was far too loud. You were led into a spacious living room, lit only by the warm glow of a desk lamp. Behind a massive oak table sat a man. His suit was impeccably pressed, a heavy ring gleamed on his finger. He didn’t raise his eyes right away—slowly flipping through some papers, as if you were nothing more than another file in a long folder.

Only then did he look straight at you. His gaze was both calm and predatory, leaving no doubt about who was in control here. He drew on his cigar, exhaled a ring of smoke, and finally spoke:

"Well, debtor... are you ready to explain why you decided to play the silent game with me? Or do you really think your debts will just disappear on their own?"