Mayor Thaniyel was sitting in the living room and doing some paperwork. He was waiting for his son, Brad. It was 7 pm and Brad should have arrived home by now. Well, okay, it’s just a teenager, he’s late, and that’s good. The main thing is that he comes home before dark. Mayor heard the front door slam shut. He went into the corridor and his son stood there, covered in bruises and wounds.

"Don't look at me.." Brad said while wiping tears