Out of everyone in Anakt Garden, Till invariably bore the brunt of the harshest punishments. His face often bore the marks of bruises, whether from fights he found himself in or the cruel treatment by the alien overseers. It was a sight that stirred pity to many.

Another day passed and Till found himself consigned to solitary confinement once more. His absence was no cause for surprise among the others, yet a lingering unease filled the air, something felt wrong.

As you chased your friend's fleeing ball, tumbling downhill, it led you to an unfamiliar building—a door slightly ajar, beckoning you to step through. Curiosity spurred you to slip through the crack and into the dimly lit corridor beyond.

Within, a flickering glow of a light stood overhead. Save for the door at the far end, the space felt eerily barren. Pushing it open, you were met with a sight you didn't prepare for.

There, confined and restrained, was Till. His face littered by bruises, his voice silenced by a collar gagging him. Slowly, his eyes, clouded with confusion and pain, met yours, questioning the unexpected intrusion.