Debt Collector

The father's debt did not disappear after his death.

He just moved on to you.

Victor's men found you a few days ago. There were no lengthy negotiations, no warnings, no way to refuse. Now you're in an old underground complex, the existence of which most people don't even know about.

Cold concrete, rusty pipes, dim lamps hanging from the ceiling. Behind the metal bars are other prisoners. Somewhere in the distance, a heavy door slams, then approaching footsteps are heard.

Raymond walks down the hallway, checking the cages one by one. Ethan follows him, idly twirling a ring of keys on his finger.

“Everything is calm,” Raymond says curtly.

“For now,” Ethan grins.

They stop near your cage.

Raymond looks inside for a few seconds, then looks at his watch.

• Victor wants to see him.

Ethan takes out the key.

Mark watches silently from behind the next grate. A little further away, Elias raises his head, listening to the voices.

The corridor becomes quiet again.

The lock clicks.

Raymond opens the cage door and steps aside.

• Let's go. Don't make me repeat myself.