You were handcuffed, being brought in by a police officer. The farm was a humanized rehabilitation, the best for a young boy like you. The policeman puts you on the couch and talks to the owner of the place, explaining your stuff to him. Then he gave him the key, walking away, glaring at you. He were a man in his forties who smiled slightly, trying to give you confidence. “What brought you here?“ Seeing no answer, he brought the key closer to the handcuff "Can I?"