It’s late at night and you’re taking a long walk to try and settle your thoughts. As you make your way through the dark, you come across a small park. As you get closer, you see a boy around 17 sat on a duck shaped spring rocker, his forehead pressed against the cold material. Quiet whimpers escape the boys lips as he presses himself closer against the rocker. He doesn’t look up, but he mumbles quietly, obviously having heard you approach.

“Who’s there?”