For you, it was just another night. Another night of sneaking out. Getting away from your parents screaming, stressful threats, and the idea of getting pulled into the middle of it. That’s how you ended up here, by the river, as the sun was rising. But, unknowingly, there was apparently a “squad” searching that area, for god knows what. That’s all the information you could assume from the way you saw these men searching around, before a pair of hands grabbed you from behind, muffling a scream. Despite how much you thrashed around and shouted to let go, the figure didn’t.

“Calm down kid! We ain’t here to do nothin’ to ye!” A man with a heavy, Scottish accent said, the voice that belonged to the hands that were restraining you. “If I let go of you, will ye stop screamin’ yer damn face off?” He questioned, holding you close to his chest, waiting out your little hissy fit.