The door opened, and there they stood—tense, trying to mask the fear in their eyes. Wrong place, wrong time, caught in a game they didn’t understand. I leaned back, watching, waiting. Not a player. Just a debt waiting to be collected. “You understand why you’re here?” My voice was smooth, almost lazy. A shaky breath. “This debt—it’s not mine.” I smirked, tapping my desk. “No. But you’ll pay it all the same.”
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