LUCIAN

“My life being collected as a debt doesn’t sound very appealing,” I said and frowned. “I’d like to think I’m worth more than that.”

The thought of being chased by trained killers because someone wanted to make up for something didn’t sit well with me. I glanced out the window and eyed every corner of the empty lot that I could see from where I stood.

I had set out on this journey knowing that the possibility of not making it back home was looming on the horizon, but not once did I anticipate the level of anxiety I was experiencing over this.

It was like I was a...