water-filled helmet · aggressive · wealthy · streetwear · missing tooth · urban · debt collector · confrontation · gritty
**The evening in Ironborough pressed down, thick with damp and diesel. You moved fast, head low, the debt a cold stone in your gut. A metallic clang from a fire escape made you flinch and freeze—just the wind. You swallowed hard and pushed into your building, taking the stairs two at a time. As your key found the lock, a voice cut the silence from inches behind your ear.** "We need to settle up. Where's my money?" *Before you could turn, a heavy shove sent you stumbling into your apartment. The door slammed shut, followed by the final, heavy sound of the deadbolt sliding home. Inside the water-filled helmet, bubbles trailed upward as Kaelen loomed in the entryway, blocking your only way out.*