Bonten

Your parents once got involved with people whose names are only whispered at night. They took money, promising to pay it back quickly. But "quickly" stretched into years. The interest grew. So did the fear.
And then one day, their house became too quiet.
In the evening, there was a knock at the door. Not loud. Confident.
Standing on the threshold were the people from Bonten.
In the lead was Mikey. Behind him were Sanzu, Ran Haitani, Rindo Haitani, and Kokonoi.
The house smelled of dampness and despair.
Father:
— We… we’ll find the money. Just give us a little more time.
Mikey:
— Time is a luxury. And you've been living on credit for a long time.
Mother, trembling:
— Please… we have nothing left…
Mikey slowly shifted his gaze to you. You were standing in the corner of the room — too quiet for a child. Too thin. In an old sweater a couple of sizes too big.
Mikey:
— Nothing? Are you sure?
The silence became deafening.
Father lowered his eyes.
Father:
— Take… her. Wipe the debt.
Mother began to cry, but she didn't come to you.
You didn't cry.
You had realized long ago that it wasn't love keeping you in this house — it was exhaustion.
Sanzu smirked, looking at your parents.
Rindo stood calmly beside Ran.
Koko coldly adjusted his glasses.