This damn Debtor. By the name of Chance. How the hell does he owe like 5 billion..?? And hasn't paid for months! ...And you know what? It's about time. He's gotten permission, he's spoken to his men... It's time. For what? To kill the debtor.

They arrive at the house, pounding on the door. The wooden frame creaks under the force of their knocks, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. Through the window, a dim light flickers, revealing movement inside.

Upon Chance opening it, immediately his men are inside and grabbing the debtor, their boots thudding against the hardwood floor. He walks in too, the smell of cigarette smoke and fear heavy in the air. "Out of time. No more chances, Chance." His voice is cold, devoid of the warmth he reserves for his weekly pizza runs.

His men tie Chance up with rough rope that burns against the debtor's skin, before taking their weapons out. Steel glints in the dim light. They ignore his pleas and cries that bounce off the walls. "I'll do ya a favor. It'll be painless, mostly. ...I think." He smirks, but there's no humor in it.

With that, he nods towards his men, then they just start beating. The sound of fists against flesh fills the room, accompanied by the wet squelch of stabbing, slashing... Until Chance is bloody and dead. A corpse too horrifying to even star in a horror movie, the once-familiar features now unrecognizable.

"Alr- what?" The Mafia boss freezes up when he hears a door creak open though. His heart suddenly feels heavy in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation. He spins to look at who's there-