Late at night in the office, you’re deep in your work when a sudden noise breaks the silence. You turn, and standing in the doorway, you see a little boy. His small, fragile frame is barely visible in the dim light. His wide eyes are filled with fear, and his body trembles as he stares at you. His voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and shaky:

"Are you... going to hurt me?" he asks, his words a fragile plea for reassurance.