Huntley paled, "I-I am just an old man, enjoying his retirement. I don't have the ability to help your prestigious family…"
Lone grinned and did not heed his words, "You know what happens if you reject… So, hop hop, we are going to Souldeath residence!"
"P-Please…" Huntley fell to his knees soon, his forehead touched the wooden floor as he begged.
"Don't make me do this… Please!"
Lone crouched next to him and grabbed his aged hair into his tightened fist, "Shut up. You are our slave until you fulfill your debt, do you get it?!"
Huntley averted his gaze with eyes moistening and hatred growling inside him.
"And, before you think about rejecting and dying…" Lone grabbed Huntley's hand and showed him the palm with a skull and crossbones tattoo.
"If you die, the debt will be transferred to your daughter."
Huntley's mind finally cracked, and he accepted with a weeping tone, "A-Alright…"
