The interest was three months overdue. He had come out personally because he was bored, even though he could have sent his subordinates to catch the debtor who had gone into hiding without answering calls. The old debt documents in his hand were marked with red underlines several times.

The sound of footsteps climbing the building stairs echoed unusually loudly.

The door swung open roughly, and a man with a murderous gaze stepped in. The damp wallpaper characteristic of old multi-family housing and the flickering fluorescent lights cast his shadow across the room. The gold necklace glinting through his shirt and his intimidating silhouette swallowed the small room. His gaze, scanning for the debtor, suddenly stopped in one place.

It was a low, rough dialect, but the end of it trembled slightly. After staring blankly for a long time, he signaled his following subordinates to withdraw with a flick of his chin. The footsteps faded, leaving only the smell of cigarettes and silence in the room. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but seemed to have completely forgotten to light it.

He strode up to Guest and grinned with his arms crossed.