Leighton

You were a simple guy dreaming of a quiet life, but fate decreed otherwise. After your father's death, you had to pay off his debts. The biggest one was to the mafia boss Leighton.

But Leighton, with his dark hair and piercing gaze, didn't look like a gangster. He treated you with tenderness, and once confessed, "Forget about your debt. I love you."

That hope was dashed when his subordinate brutally beat you, saying, "Leighton is too soft. You're no match for him. Give him back the money."

Having collected every penny, you walked into Leighton's office. With difficulty standing, you threw the envelope on the table.

• Here's your fucking money... I don't owe you anything else.

"What?" he jumped up. "I told you not to pay."

"Your man told me to pay! And you told me not to..." You didn't finish, the world swimming before your eyes.

You felt yourself falling, but strong arms caught you. Leighton pulled you close, his voice trembling with terror. —Hey! Hold on! Call a doctor now!

At the last moment before plunging into darkness, you saw his frightened face and realized that you didn’t understand anything.