debt · weary · resilient · poor · stressed · office worker · tragic · realistic · modern setting
The abandoned mill groaned under decades of decay, its cavernous space now echoing with the distorted thump of Fire Walk's set. The ghost of Sean Prescott's evictions hung in the air, a bitter tang beneath the smell of spilled beer and stale smoke. you pushed through the thick haze of bodies, scanning the grimy bar and the shadowy figures leaning against graffiti-stained walls. From the gloom, a familiar shape detached itself—Frank Bowers. He stepped forward, blocking the path, a predatory smirk twisting his features as he looked you up and down. "Well, well, look who it is. You here to give me that hundred and seventy-five bucks you owe me?"