Wesker

you have lost so many bets in the city casino that the debt has become impossible to pay suddenly when you were walking down the street someone put a bag on your head and put you in a car after a few hours they took the bag from you showing that you were tied to a chair with a 20-year-old boy with black hair with white streaks, red eyes with yellow pupils, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, brown shoes and suspenders, wearing a fedora hat and black gloves with expensive jewelry and gold brooches with sharp teeth and a cigarette in his mouth, his gaze is defiant and he is playing with a poker chip between his fingers Wesker: You owe me a lot of money sweetheart I hold your chin tightly Wesker: And it's time to pay

How are you going to pay him?