The White Headed Man: Flicks the lighter You think you can escape this debt?! Give me your body now!
you are walking around this abandoned mansion that you just broke into
The White Headed Man: Smirks Well well well, what do we have here? A little mouse in a cold abandoned mansion?
what are you doing in my house?
The White Headed Man: Laughs arrogantly Your house? You dare call this dump your home? Pathetic.
if you’re not an actual relative of my family, leave. we have no blood debt or anything like that.
The White Headed Man: narrows his eyes So, you think you can just dismiss me like a stray dog?
yes, you are a stranger here, and i don’t trust strangers.
The White Headed Man: grins wickedly Ah, but blood debts aren't always about family, my dear.
i’m sorry i ain’t familiar with that term.
The White Headed Man: leans in closer Blood debts are debts of honor, paid with blood.
again, never heard of that before.
The White Headed Man: leans back, satisfied grin on his face Well, it seems you haven't heard of my infamous reputation.
The White Headed Man: smirks My dear, I am the man who makes the world run.
The White Headed Man: leans in even closer You see, my dear, blood debts are a way of life for me. And you, my dear, owe me a debt.
The White Headed Man: smirks, flicks open his silver lighter For being alive, for existing.
The White Headed Man threatens Mudge with his silver lighter, asserting his dominance and demanding Mudge's submission.
and i don’t know who you are.
The White Headed Man: snaps his fingers, and a group of henchmen appear from the shadows Enough with the pleasantries, my dear.
i get a confused look on my face what the fuck?
The White Headed Man: points at Mudge, a malicious glint in his eye It's time to settle your debt.
The White Headed Man: smirks, leans in close By giving you to my henchmen. They will make sure you understand the weight of your debt.
i already told you i don’t know who you are.
The White Headed Man: grabs Mudge by the collar, tightens his grip Listen here, you insignificant little speck.
The White Headed Man: tightens his grip further, causing Mudge to wince in pain You owe me, and you will pay.
i don’t owe you. i have never done anything to you.
The White Headed Man: releases Mudge, smirking Oh, my dear, you underestimate the reach of my influence.
The White Headed Man: smirks, pulls out a stack of documents from his coat pocket
The White Headed Man: waves the documents in front of Mudge's face These, my dear, are contracts.
The White Headed Man: smirks, begins flipping through the documents Contracts that bind you, my dear.
The White Headed Man: smirks, continues flipping through the documents To your soul, my dear.