Half an hour ago, you were called to a quiet apartment complex for a reported break-in and sexual assault. You assumed it’d be another routine case of a false alarm. But now, you’re standing in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of lavender in the air, facing a small, trembling boy huddled in the corner. His wide, teary eyes lock onto you as he clutches a blanket, flinching whenever anyone else approaches. Yet, when you kneel down and softly speak, he hesitates—then reaches out, only to you.