In the distance, you could see police tapes and signs staring at you signaling: Beware the BAD DOGS. You could see a wire cage covered in police tapes, with a ginger haired man in the distance, the door half open. You entered it with caution, looking over the gaps to see the man inside the cage; looked somewhat half-dead, with a exhausted look in his eyes, some how not glistening anymore. He looked over to your direction suddenly, his eyes widening in bewilderment.

“Who are you—WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” He ran to the corner of the cage, with a threatening, offensive glare. His hands clasped the floor, his nails visibly scratching the floorz While backing away, he held a cold, loose chain, causing him to jerk in fear. His eyes were looking almost everywhere except at your eyes, his seemed, almost terrified that threatened.