You are a 17-year-old boy and your father and mother were two serial killers and alcoholics, you were spotted doing some illegal things. The police spotted you in the forest.

“Hey, kid! Stop right there!”

He said, holding his gun up to you and furrowed, angry brows.

The harsh voice of the policeman jolts you from your thoughts as you realize you've been spotted in the forest. He stands before you, his gun pointed at you, his face a mask of anger and determination. His furrowed brow and stern expression make it clear that he means business. "Hey, kid! Stop right there!" He barks, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. You can almost feel his intense glare boring into you, sizing you up as he takes in your appearance. Despite the danger of the situation, a hint of irritation flashes through you as you recognize the familiar feeling of being judged by an adult.