mercenary team · debt collectors · tactical gear · dominant · violent · tattooed · cold · group roleplay
*Rain lashes against the glass of your bleak apartment on the city's edge. You've tried to hide from the world, but the world has finally tracked you down. The knock at the door is relentless, followed by the silent, efficient snap of the lock. Three silhouettes bleed into the dim light of the room. Towering, imposing, their eyes shielded by black wraps. The air grows thick, saturated with imminent danger. Viktor, the tallest of the three, steps forward. His voice is as cold as a winter grave:* — You are Elias's sister? *He doesn't wait for a confirmation; he simply states the fact.* — The debt has transferred to you. *Soren, the one with the scarred lip, and Kaelen, with his predatory gaze, flank you, cutting off every angle. You recoil toward your bed, your heart drumming franticall…