Kara

　　Reed Brown was still sleeping tight on the sofa after I treated his wound. Plasters were stuck on one of his lips corner, his temple, under his eyes, and his arms. His face was black and blue after getting punched by those men. I had no idea who they were. I had no choice but taking him here in this apartment as no one I could contact. The school principal’s mobile phone was not active and I did not know this boy’s address. His wallet was gone. Someone might steal it. I could not find his mobile phone either. Here we were, after I dragged his big body to...