Wepik
The fight hadn't started yet, but in Metin's head, he had already won. The playlist had done its job.
The neon sign of the "Poyraz Billiards" flickered, casting a rhythmic red glow over Metin’s bruised knuckles. He sat in the driver’s seat of his beat-up 1998 Tofaş Şahin, watching the shadows move inside the hall. Tonight wasn't about a game; it was about the debt they claimed his brother owed.
Metin reached for his phone. He didn’t call for backup. Instead, he opened a playlist titled
He stepped out of the car just as a cinematic orchestral track began. It sounded like the theme song for a fallen king returning for his throne. Every step toward the billiard hall felt heavier, more deliberate.
He pulled the earbuds out, let them hang around his neck, and spoke only one sentence into the silence: "I'm here for the ledger."
