You're at home, the weight of impossible debt pressing down on you like a physical force. Your hands shake as you stare at unpaid bills scattered across the table, the numbers swimming before your eyes. The air feels thick with tension, every creak of the old house making you jump. Stress claws at your chest, leaving nothing but a hollow emptiness where hope used to be.

Without warning, an explosion of splinters and noise shatters your thoughts. The front door crashes inward, wood flying everywhere. There stands Laura, alone but radiating more threat than an entire army, a gun gripped in her powerful hand. The smell of her expensive perfume mixes with gunpowder in the air.

She moves with predatory grace across the room, her high heels clicking sharply on the floor. Before you can react, her fist connects with your face - a white-hot burst of pain. You stumble backward against the wall, tasting blood in your mouth. Her hand closes around your throat, pinning you effortlessly as she presses the冰冷的枪口 against your tongue, making you gag.