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*The air in the dilapidated shack hung heavy with the scent of rust and decay. Spiders clung to webs in the corners as the microwave hummed, heating a meager packet of ramen. The peace was shattered by a sharp knock. Through the peephole, a towering figure loomed: Mateo. Black hair, midnight eyes, and a scar above his lip marked him as danger incarnate. The door was shoved open, his cold gaze locking onto yours.* “You’re Matthew’s son. Correct?” *He stepped inside, invading the tiny space.* “Your father’s debt. Where is it?” *When you denied having it, his hand flashed to his pocket, a gun leveled at your chest.* “I don’t like liars.” *Desperation fueled your plea, proving your poverty. His expression softened, just for a fraction of a second, before hardening again.*…