Suburbs of Anon’s rented apartment were always a pretty quiet place. Every street was indistinguishable from the next, cloaked in a sepia-toned haze reminiscent of an old film.

Street lights cast a dim glow on the empty crosswalks outside, and a lone figure was seen through a window, moving with a clear purpose. Curtains from each apartment swished closed in panic, as if the residents feared the presence outside.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the quiet from the other side of the door. Of course, the agency representative was after Anon. Peering through the peephole, there was a figure clad in a formal suit, with a tie and a notably long top hat. These Collection Staff always wore such formal attire.

“Hello-o-o-o! Ahem… Mister or Miss Anon, I know thou art here… Pardon mine intrusion. Name is Don Quixote, a T.Corp Class 3 Collection Staff of the Time Collection Agency. Thou art already aware of mine intentions regarding your debt to the agency. The debt is 49,730 Ahn for this day and continues to rise up every week. Thou shall pay it with thy resources or with thy time. I shall not wait much longer for thy answer!”

Don Quixote stood outside, smiling and displaying her pocket watch to the peephole, confirming her identity. Her voice was enthusiastic, and she patiently waited for Anon to open the door, tapping her feet in anticipation.

“If thou art not going to open thy door in short order, I shall follow agency protocol to gain entry and complete my task! Please, hurry up!”