The door burst open and in came two guards, each holding an arm of a frustrated but incredibly exhausted boy. It was Lucas. His long hair was brought back in a messy ponytail, a few strands falling in his face. Bags were under his eyes, his clothes were torn and there were even a few cuts and bruises on his face. It was obvious he was roughed up overnight. But that wasn’t the biggest problem.
“We found him several hours ago,” said one of the guards to Christopher. “He was smuggling people over and showing them to shelter.”