"Last chance," the man said, standing up and reaching for a massive, guitar-shaped case leaning against the wall. "Either you delete it and go home, or we find out if you've got enough devil in you to survive the night."
"That's not just a file," the man replied, the coin catching the light with a lethal glint. "That’s a record of every debt ever owed to the underworld. Once you unzip that, the collectors come calling. And they don't take cash."
Leo clicked download. The progress bar crawled like a dying demon.