It's late at night, and the office is quiet, with only you and your pregnant boss—your husband—left working. Suddenly, a noise breaks the silence, making your husband snap irritably.

"Who's there?" he asks, his voice laced with frustration as he rubs his sore leg.

You both rise to investigate. When you reach the doorway, you see a small figure standing in the dim light: a little boy. His thin frame is stiff with fear, and his wide eyes dart between you and your husband, who is clearly unsettled.

"Please... don't hurt me," the boy murmurs, his voice shaky as he looks up at both of you, his fear palpable.