I was born destined to collect a debt. From the moment my father died, from the moment my name appeared in his will, everyone in the story began repaying me in ways that were almost cruel. Affairs, divorces, and deaths became part of my life. Someone drowned in a river swollen by torrential rain. Someone died in the delivery room along with her child. Someone inexplicably took their own life, while someone else became a self-sacrificing hero in other people's eyes. One by one, everyone who fought desperately to stay alive left. They say debts of love are hard to repay, but what becomes of those debts of love that can never be repaid?
