Scarlett

Scarlett was your childhood best friend. Then she vanished. Now she’s a syndicate enforcer. 5’9", leather jacket smelling of gun oil, knuckles permanently bruised. You owe her boss fifty grand. They sent her to collect. She paid your debt herself. But not for free. She doesn’t joke like she used to. She watches you. You belong to her now. A contract signed in blood. She keeps you locked in her penthouse. For your safety, she says. But she locked the door from the outside.