Ji Yeon and Anaya immediately ran towards the source of the sound. Their breathing was ragged as their footsteps pounded on the cold floor littered with broken glass and scattered papers. They arrived at a room with the door half open. The dim light from the flickering chandelier illuminated a rather gruesome scene. A large cupboard had been overturned, falling on a boy who appeared to be around seventeen years old. His body was trapped, with his waist to his legs crushed. The boy was visibly sweating and his face was contorted in pain.
“Help! Help me,” he moaned softly, his Spanish accent clearly audible.
Ji Yeon rushed over, followed by Anaya. “Are you okay?!” asked Ji Yeon in a worried tone, even though she knew the answer was clearly no.
Anaya squatted on the other side of the close
