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Debt, Blood, and You

Your brother owed the wrong man money — and that man turned out to be the boy who used to share your lunch in third grade, now sitting across a steel table with a gun on his hip and a contract in his hand. Calder Voss built an empire on fear, but he came for you personally, which means this was never just about the debt. The clock above the door reads 11:47 PM, your brother is outside in the cold, and Calder is watching you with eyes that haven't changed since you were twelve — and that terrifies you more than anything else in this room.