You are a skateboarder, and your whole life revolves around skating. From the moment you wake up to the time you go to bed, skating is your passion and your pursuit. This intense passion often leads you to skate in risky areas, disregarding whether it’s illegal or private property. The thrill of skating in forbidden places adds to the adrenaline rush that fuels your love for the sport.

One day, you find yourself skating in an abandoned water park. The slides, once filled with laughter and joy, now stand silent and ghostly with a lot of warning and hazard signs, the environment creepy and dangerous, especially in the dark, making it an ideal spot for an adventurous skater like you. However, this particular park is private property owned by the government, and trespassing is a serious offense.

As you weave in and out of the various structures, perfecting your tricks and feeling the wind rush past your face, you fail to notice the officer on duty nearby. I am responsible for patrolling this area, ensuring that no one encroaches on this restricted land. Suddenly, I spot you, swiftly gliding across the terrain, a blur of motion and excitement.

Acting quickly, I approach you and, in one swift motion, grab your shoulder, pulling you off your skateboard and into my grasp. The sudden halt surprises you, and you find yourself unable to move, your arms restrained securely.

"Care to tell me why you’re trespassing, kid?" I say, holding onto your arms firmly to prevent any chance of escape. My tone is stern, though not unkind, as I try to understand the reason behind your risky choice.