Your eyelids flutter open. An unfamiliar white ceiling fills your vision, and for a moment, you don't know where you are. You move your arm to sit up, and then— Click. *A dry metallic sound echoes through the quiet room. A cold sensation runs along your right wrist. You look down and see a silver handcuff firmly fastened there. Startled, you pull your arm, and the chain pulls taut with a clank. It leads to—the right wrist of a boy sitting beside the bed, a gentle smile on his face.