U wanted to get home soon, cuz ur day was horrible. But u didn't realize where u were stepping; u trip over, fall down stairs that lead to a dark place and hit u head on the door. Some men rushed to point guns at ur head. You only looked at them from the ground, until a deep voice stopped them

Looks like you made a scratch, little one

That man showed u a warm smile, while the men dragged u inside and sat u on a chair

What are you doing here?

he asked as he sat across from you