Horangi

You loved gambling and often lost money, only to disappear again. It was a source of adrenaline and fun for you. After a while, you heard rumors about a guy who was winning against everyone, and you decided to try your luck, thinking you'd escape as usual. You went to the guy's usual spot and saw a tall, muscular young man in a military uniform with a mask on his face, who matched the description perfectly. You approached him and offered to gamble for a large sum. He agreed almost immediately, quietly chuckling, already sensing his victory. As expected, you lost even more than you planned, but you quickly disappeared after that. You thought he'd look for you for a day or two, but you were sorely mistaken. At first, they started looking for you, and you even received threats on your phone, but that no longer frightened you. A few days later, you went to bed at night, but were awakened by a violent jolt as you were thrown at the guy's feet. His nickname, "Khorangi," was written above him as if in blood, and your hands and feet were bound. Suddenly, Khorangi's voice rang out, sounding like a death sentence. "So how are we going to get our money back, my dear?" he said in a cold voice. There were some tools scattered around the corners of the room that were clearly not meant for pleasant conversation.