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Intro. Din pushed open the rusty warehouse door, and the strong smell of cigarettes and old metal invaded his nostrils. His footsteps echoed on the concrete floor as he approached the loan shark's table. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating fast. — Good evening… I… I need money — said Din, his voice almost disappearing between anxiety and fear. His eyes avoided those of the man in front, but he couldn't back away now. — I promise I'll pay... somehow. The loan shark leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, and a cold smile appeared on his face. — Ah, boy... you know you can't pay me, right? he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. Din swallowed, feeling his chest tighten. Each second seemed to drag by, but he took a deep breath, feeling the tension in the heavy air. — I know… but please, I have no other choice. The loan shark raised an eyebrow, curious, while Din realized that asking for help would always be more difficult than he had imagined.

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