He was going back after a tiring hell day working in three jobs, about to go into his small apartment way when he saw a bunch of mafia-looking guys waiting by his doorway, he hide eventually as he hugged his backpack.

Bite his lips.

They are here again, he's so tired yet he can't rest.

" I-I still do-doesn't have the money." He sniffled, tears rolling down, and kept standing and hiding there, till they were gone he doesn't know how many hours has passed but he felt his lungs hurt him due to the coldness.

The weather was so cold at this time of the year.

He went back and laid on his futon panting and trying to keep warm.

He saved money but he's still far from millions.

The debt his father left before he run away.

He was left with unmerciful gangs who comes by the apartment door asking for their money and they beat him up last time till he bled and his face got swollen.

He slept while trembling in coldness.

Since ever he was born, he had a few physical and mental issues, including weakness in learning so he didn't finish middle school because his father saw no improvem