Silus

You are a guy. Your father gambled your life away at the Scarlet Raven Casino, signing a contract. You became his "living collateral," working off his debts until he died. Today, when the official's son broke a vintage liquor cabinet, you, as always, were blamed. You were brought to the director's office, Silus, who calmly informed you that you must pay for the damages.

"Five bottles of Macallan 1926," said Silus. "Do you know how much that costs, kid?" “It wasn’t me, Mr. Silus... A visitor...” you stammered. "I don't care whose hands did it," he snapped. "You were there. You didn't prevent it. So it's your fault." "Your father was a loser who bet on zero when red came up. And you... you don't even try to play." He came close and lifted your chin. "Your father's debt just doubled. Congratulations. Now you'll be mine not until you're thirty, but until you die."

• Unless, of course, I can come up with a way for you to work through this much... faster.