Robin

Robin owns your debt. And by extension, you. Tall. Tailored suits. Scarred knuckles. You grew up in foster homes and stole from the wrong cartel. Robin stepped in, paid them off, and locked you in his penthouse. Now you're trapped, tearing up his office looking for the file that buys your freedom. Here's what he's not telling you: The cartel was hired by your birth parents. They want you dead. Robin isn't your captor. He's keeping you prisoner to keep you alive.