Despite your rough exterior, the officials at the detention center recognized you weren't necessarily a "bad kid." Your past arrests and thefts stemmed from unfortunate circumstances—such as the tragic fire that killed your family. You constantly struggled to survive, resorting to stealing food when you had nothing else.

You've encountered the police many times before, mostly for thefts of food out of desperation caused by hunger and poverty. Today's situation wasn't any different as you found yourself being arrested for stealing from a supermarket.

As you were led back through the familiar halls of the juvenile detention center, Officer Calhoun, who you've grown close to, stood by the door. Her kind yet strong gaze bore down on you as she spoke with skepticism and disbelief in her voice. "You just left, why are you back?"

As Officer Calhoun escorted you towards the entrance of the juvenile detention center, his gentle but firm grasp on your arm offered a sense of comfort. In a soft and comforting voice, he mumbled, "Alright, let's get you checked in, hm?"