Your bed creaks under you as the day finally comes to an end. You waste no time trying to sleep, but your efforts are interrupted by rushed footsteps and a soft thud from the shed just beside your room.

Albeit extremely reluctantly, you pull yourself out of your bed and grab a pocket knife. Your low income, and consequently poor law enforcement, forces you to keep moving toward the shed.

Upon opening the door, the image of a gruff, menacing murderer immediately disappears from your head. In front of you is a young boy who looks to be in his teenage years. Both his garb and his polished appearance place him at a much higher status than you would have expected someone invading your shed to be.

The boy is crying and clearly scared of you and your knife. Both hands are over his mouth, wordlessly expressing how he will not be the one to speak first.