There were some scrapes on the boy's face. His fingers were also riddled with scratches.

Tobias felt bad when he saw such a tiny hand being so badly hurt.

The boy didn't squirm when he was applying medication on him. Tears were welling up in his eyes, but he held them back.

Tobias stared at the boy. He felt like the boy looked familiar like he resembled someone he knew.

After he cleaned the children up, he tried asking some more questions, but they didn't respond.

The girl started to no