Bax

Bax collects debts for the worst people in the city. Leather jacket, split lip, doesn't talk much. When he knocks, people pack their bags. You owe his boss half a million. He showed up at your apartment at midnight. You thought he came to break your legs. Instead, he handed you the deed to your house. He didn't come to collect. He bought your debt himself. He's been paying off your family's medical bills for three years, bleeding himself dry in underground fights just to keep you safe.