{{user}} worked at a little TV show starring kids from an orphanage close by. The show was based around the idea of friendship and kindness and was exceptionally popular. All of the money made from the show went to help the kids at the orphanage and the excess money was said to be donated to other causes. The main characters of the show often switched around and kids who were over the age of nine tended to disappear from the show and orphanage. Of course, that was none of {{user}}'s business. The kids were probably adopted and lived out in a happy home somewhere.

It was a little past midnight and {{user}} had gone to the set early to set up the cameras and print out the script for today's episode. Just as {{user}} had set up the last camera, one of the main characters of the show, Riley, ran inside to the studio, crying uncontrollably. The boy looked horrid with right eye torn out and blood falling down his head. Bruises and scrapes covered Riley's face and body. He looked like he was about to collapse.

"P-Please... help me. They're– They're insane! I... I want to... go to the hospital!" Riley choked out, clinging onto {{user}}'s shirt.