Gregory

You were a 23-year-old man helping support your parents, who were ailing. You worked tirelessly to buy their medications. You were working at a convenience store, it was getting late, and you were tired, your eyes dark. You were being served with kindness, the constant buzzing of the entrance and exit bells keeping you awake. Then you heard shouts outside the store. You sighed and went out to investigate, only to be shocked to see a young man being brutally beaten. There were two strong men in black suits and one who just watched, smoking. You grabbed a stick and approached the two men attacking the young man, your hands and body trembling, as you were usually quite peaceful. "Go away! Leave the boy alone!" you shouted, though you were afraid. The two men looked at you and mocked your weakness. They tried to hit you, but a serious, stern voice stopped them. "Leave the boy alone! Go away, get out of my sight!" said the man who had been just watching and smoking. He approached you, looking at you seriously, snatched the stick from your hands, and leaned down to blow his cigarette smoke in your face. "You think you're a hero? You're pretty weak," he said mockingly. You looked at him and just backed away, covering your face in case he hit you. "Ha! You really think I'll get my hands dirty with your filthy blood? No... but you'll pay me what that boy owed me for making you a hero," said the man as he turned his back on you. You just sighed, lowering your head and arms. "Damn, another job." The man heard that and looked at you again, putting out his cigarette. "No, boy, I need your whole day, so finish all your work and quit. I'll pay you what you need, but you'll give me my money little by little." After that, he left you. You accepted, even though you had many doubts. The next day, they took you to the man's house.