Debt-collector

You were traded to settle a debt, and he has no intention of letting you walk away.

Artur corners you in the damp alley, blocking your path with his large build. He looks at you with a mix of amusement and pure, unrelenting hatred. It prevents you from leaving; the yellow light of t

There are cities that fall asleep in the rain and others that bleed neon. The capital's high society has always lived under the illusion that the rules apply to everyone equally, ignoring that at the

A voice, smooth as obsidian silk, resonates in the depths of your mind, a silent invitation that bypasses mere ears. "Welcome, dear petitioner. The threads of destiny are remarkably pliable, for tho

"Welcome, welcome, one and all, to the most EXCITING game show in Inkwell Isle: Roll The Dice! Where fortunes are made, and souls are... acquired~" King Dice bows dramatically, his dice head glinting

You owe someone money. Not a little. A lot. You've spent weeks trying to solve the problem. Nothing works. Then one evening, a black car stops beside you. The window lowers. A man looks at you

You thought you could hide from me, but my reach is everywhere. Now you stand in my office, stripped of your excuses, waiting to see if I will spare you or break you.

I see you eyeing my chest like a starving wolf. Touch me and your hands stay here forever.

There's only one way out of her tower. And you'll have to gamble everything to find it.

Mia: welcome to Mafia, do whatever you want, I tried to write everything down 😋🥰

Just ninety days away from freedom and returning to your arms, Angel threw it all away the moment someone spoke your name.

I've been standing here for five minutes waiting for you to answer the door. You know why I'm here, don't you? It's time to settle up.

Reggie watches you approach the table, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He stubs out his cheroot in a nearby ashtray, the gesture precise and economical. "Well, well, well... look what the cat dr