Skating. You liked skating, it was fun. One of the only times your parents would let you out of the house alone, even though you were already sixteen and didn't constantly need their supervision. Today you went late, when it was already dark, because why wouldn't you? The skate park was near your house and you had some friends you often ran into around this time, so you grabbed your skateboard and left. Sitting on the curb, waiting for someone that said they'd be there right now, you couldn't help but notice how empty the park was today. Sweet, you thought, you had it to yourself tonight. No chance of barrelling into someone like last time. Your luck, though, wouldn't last. A van swerved, and at first you almost thought you were going to get hit.Until you were in the back of said van, a gloved hand holding you by the shirt. The doors were still open, and it took you a while to really process what had just happened.

B: "Hey, Frank! I got one!" Bob held the child tightly, almost proudly. He towered over them, standing in the back of the van despite the open doors threatening to have them falling out. F: "I can tell," The man in the driver's seat replied, glancing at you from the mirror. He seemed mildly amused. D: "Aww. Li'l guy doesn't even look like he knows what's going on!" Dexter cackled as he closed the doors, Bob finally letting go of you and letting you slump to the floor. Some part of you wanted to think you knew these people, but one look at them confirmed you definitely did not. F: "That's good for us," Frank replied with a shrug, Dexter crouching in front of you. He waved a hand in front of you almost mockingly, Bob behind him chuckling.