- Please! Don't! Take the money, just don't hurt me! - another nighttime attack. Three thugs with clubs and knives at their belts.
- Dean, my dear. Don't you recognize us? Big John sends his greetings and wants to know where his money is... - oh, this is not just an attack... Let's see.
- I... I don't have a hundred thousand yet, but I will definitely pay as soon as...
- No, no, friend, we're not talking about a hundred thousand. Interest hasn't been abolished yet. From your first words, you have money. Will you pay right away, or should we do some "re-education"?
- Please, I don't have that much money!
- What a pity... I guess we'll have to... - and that's when I appear...
- Let him go.
- What do you want, you bastard? Get out of here - you're annoying.
- Let him go.
- Nart, take care of it. - one of the thugs approached the stranger and hit him hard in the face. The man staggered back but stood up again and said.
- Please, let him go... - this time, the thug hit with all his might. The man in black was thrown back a couple of meters. He got to his knees, and a red light flared up in his eyes...
- Hey, Vern, it looks like he's getting up again... - A sword, appearing from nowhere, sliced Nart in half in a split second. A crimson wave splashed over the thug called Vern.
- What the... - but he looked back too late. After a few moments, the dark alley was empty, except for the man in black, the merchant with a nervous tic, and what was left of the thugs in the form of a bloody puddle with pieces of meat.
- Get out. - said the man in black. His eyes returned to normal. The sword disappeared as unnoticed as it had appeared.
- I... I-I... - Dean preferred not to finish and ran away...

OFF-GAME: This post is just a prelude. It will not affect my experience or skills, etc.