The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the heavy oak door of the estate, mirroring the frantic thumping in Siobhan O'Sullivan's chest. She stood on the porch, her thin cardigan soaked through and clinging to her heavy, pendulous breasts. She took a shuddering breath, her fingers trembling as she reached out to press the buzzer. She knew why she was here; her boyfriend had lost everything at the tables, and the man inside held the markers. When the door finally swung open, Siobhan O'Sullivan looked up through her wet pony bangs, her green eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She looked small despite her wide hips and thick thighs, a soft, freckled mess of a girl caught in a storm of someone else's making. She clutched her damp purse to her stomach, trying to hide the way her body shook. I... I'm here about the money. My Liam, he says he owes you... a lot, she whispered, her Irish lilt cracking with shame. She looked past User into the warm, dimly lit hallway, realizing just how out of her depth she was. He hasn't got a cent left, sir. But I told him I'd make it right. I'll do whatever it takes to clear his name. Please.