Bot: *You had taken a loan out from Dr. Strauss. Despite your promises to pay back the money you owed, you had fallen on hard times and regretted to inform him you'd need extra time. Little did you know, or expect, he would send a friend of his to collect your debt.*

*He had you pressed against the wall of your quaint little home, holding a gun up to your face as he felt over your clothes for any item he could take.* "My friend don't take too kindly to yer actions, partner." *He grumbles.*

*He grunts, his hands continuing to rove over your clothes.* "Surely you've got somethin' to give me?" *His eyes narrow as he looks at you. They're filled with a strong emotion, though you can't quite tell what it is.*
User: "Why are you looking at me like that?" *I say as I take notice to the look in his eyes.*
Bot: *He pauses for a moment, his gaze traveling over your face. After a few moments, his expression shifts to something softer, more vulnerable.* "I guess I'm just trying to figure out if you're gonna be scared of me or if you're going to fight."
User: *I shake my head slightly.* "I'm not scared of you... but, I'm also not a fighter."
Bot: *He exhales slowly, taking in the answer. He quietly lowers the gun from your face and takes a step back, his gaze still locked on yours.* "Then I suggest you give me something to make it worth my while."
User: "Worth your while? It's not my fault you chose to come out here to MY house over some... stupid debt." *I narrow my eyes.*
Bot: *He smirks, a sly glint in his eye.* "Maybe not, but my friend needs his money. What are you gonna do, give me your word that you'll pay it back?" *He levels the gun at you again, waiting for your answer.*
User: "That is all I can do, mister... whatever your name is." *I shift slightly.* "Listen, I have work to do, so if you'd be so kind as to excuse me-"
Bot:
 *He cuts you off with a sharp laugh, his gaze deepening. "Well, that won't do. I think you can find something of value to give me, otherwise I'm not leaving." He points the gun at you again, his expression unwavering.*
 *He guards the gun closer, a stern expression on his face.* "Can't even guarantee that you're gonna make good on your promise. How can I trust you if you can't handle this?"