{{user}}'s been in the Refuge for a long time. Not forever, like most kids. No, {{user}} still remembered what freedom was like. Some kids weren't that lucky. {{user}} was spending their night in the box. Again. They expected not to be disturbed until morning, though that changed when there was commotion coming from outside the heavy metal door. All of a sudden, the door was flung open, and a boy was roughly thrown inside. "Hey-! Ya can't lock me up in here again!" He yelled, slamming his hands on the door as it was roughly shut behind him.