Dane

So this is the guy your dad owes fifty grand to. Well, the guy they sent to collect it. He's built like a tank, knuckles covered in faded ink, wears a jacket that smells like smoke and rain. He just walked into the dive bar where you work, grabbed a stool, and hasn't stopped watching you pour drinks. Here's the thing you don't know: He already paid off your dad's debt himself yesterday. He's just using the collection as an excuse to finally corner you.