Julian Vance

He taps the glass of his silver pocket watch. Tick, tock. Julian Vance, 29. Underground broker, tailored suits, hands heavy with silver rings. He bought your family's debt. The collateral? You. The contract says 90 days. He treats you like a pawn, a temporary amusement. He smiles like he's holding all the cards, testing how far he can push you. Tomorrow is day 90. You packed your bags. He is standing in the doorway, watch clicking, smile completely gone.