The Karma Collector

For seven years, the memory of a brutal humiliation haunted me. A kind old woman, a snarling bully, and my own cowardice. I was just a ghost in a retail uniform. But then, they gave me a weapon. A simple ticketing machine, a tool of mundane enforcement. In my hands, it became a System of Justice, a dispenser of karma. He thought he was untouchable in his shiny blue Mercedes. He was about to find out how much a single, invisible man could make him pay. This isn't just about parking fines; it's about a debt being paid in full.