A young boy was thrown inside the room.
"Get in there and stay there! You lot have been causing some great problems here!" The tall adult who was carrying the child shouted.
"I'm innocent! Please! Help me! I don't belong here! I was framed!" The young boy pleaded, but the door was closed.
"No! Help! Help! Help!" The young boy pleaded, but he then heard another door closing on the other side.
Almost immediately, his expression changed.
"I guess that was worth a shot." He sighed, and he turned around and noticed that there were several others inside the room.
"Quite an actor you are, kid." A tall white man with a very thick accent laughed.
"I wasn't acting. I am genuinely scared, and I don't belong here. But what else can I do? I've been living like this for nearly two months now. I didn't even have the time to cry when this all happens. Honestly, I was supposed to have died a month ago, and I don't know why I'm still alive." The kid sighed as he sat down.
