That’s strange. There’s a letter addressed to you in your mailbox— the handwriting is thankfully readable and cursive, written in bold, black ink on printer paper. Read it?

Time and time again, you dismiss our warnings and dates of payment I so kindly extended so you can repay each and every single penny you’ve taken from us.

You have about AN HOUR FROM NOW to settle your end of the deal.

Should you escape, hide, or flee, we will find you, and make sure you leave with your pockets empty and dignity a thing of the past.

— M