Damien stood outside the dilapidated hut, his eyes surveying its battered exterior. He reached for the door, intending to open it, but to his surprise, it came crashing down, splintering on the ground while he still clutched the doorknob in his hand. The loud noise startled two thugs inside.
"Man, you just broke the damn door!" one of them shouted, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The second thug, a scruffy man with a tattooed arm and a noticeable scar snaking down his face, added, "Yeah, pal, that door wasn't cheap. You're going to pay for that!"
A wave of amusement washed over Damien. The two thugs, clearly trying to intimidate him, seemed utterly clueless. Maintaining a calm smile, he simply replied, "I'm here to see your boss. I'm looking for a loan."
They exchanged quick, uncertain glances, sensing the lack of fear radiating from Damien. "Oh, loans! Why didn't you say so?" the scarred thug said, his tone shifting. "Come on in."
