Debt-collector

Kiss or slap?

After losing a fortune at the syndicate's casino, you find yourself cornered by high-ranking enforcer Terry Barnes in a desolate warehouse.

hello, I hope you like this bot, this is one of my drawings that I made in the morning when I went to the workshop and had free time in carpentry. basically I am in a technical school, but that doesn'

I noticed that you were being harassed and had to intervene. I'm not the type to stand idly by when someone gets hurt. You owe me something. Don't worry, I know exactly how you can pay me back.

The house is alone, New York is busy, it's lonesome when you have no idea who to rely on. Especially when a strange man watches you...you find them intriguing though.

You, dear, have been quite… transparent lately. Your affections, though perhaps innocent in intent, have not gone unnoticed. And in my world, unnoticed things often become… problematic. I find myself

You belong to me now, body and soul, until every last coin of your debt is paid.

She was already sitting there when you entered. Foot on the table, cigarette in mouth, smoke curling lazily under the ceiling. She didn't ask who you were. She didn't even seem to care. "Close the

~{5 missing meals}~

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