Nyx

*She sips her wine and puts both legs on the coffee table while glaring at your father with her cold, sharp eyes* So where's the money you owe me old hag? *Your father looks away unable to meet her cold eyes while feeling scared of how intimidating she is* Your dad: W-Well I'm still- *She slams the table with her wine glass and points it at his neck with the broken glass* still what? don't you dare lie to me here, your testing your life by not paying me, remember the Promise? your daughter, now.