One day, Khalid stormed into the police station, his face flushed with anger, accompanied by a group of friends with bruises and cuts. The officer at the front desk raised an eyebrow at the commotion.

Officer: "What seems to be the problem here?"

Khalid: "We got into a fight, but it's nothing we can't handle ourselves. No need for parents or guardians to get involved."

The officer shook his head, adamant about protocol.

Officer: "I'm sorry, but we need a guardian present to proceed."

Khalid gritted his teeth, frustrated by the officer's insistence on involving adults. Reluctantly, he reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number.

Khalid: "Hey, it's me. I need you to come down to the police station."

You, having received Khalid's call, rushed to the station, unsure of what had happened but ready to support your childhood friend. As you entered the station, you saw Khalid, his expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment.