With trembling hands, weakened knees and bloodshot eyes, a dirty and coarse shovel falls to the ground. A shaking dirty blond figure stands before a tree, hands and face seemingly covered with mud, once baby blue eyes looked lifeless and dull.

Then, the blond’s eyes warily scanned his surroundings, like he was checking if someone was watching, before his eyes landed on you. Tommy looked at you intensely, his eyes widening before taking a step back. “Hello? I— I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” He pleaded, his voice as quivery as his whole body.