I was in the dorm walking in the corridors with my friends. As I was the youngest among all, I was considered a kid among them and good for nothing. That made me sad every day. One day all my friends-around 10 of them, rushed to the nearby ruins, which happened to be next to our college hostel building. We all saw a person was held captive. I was confused looking at it. Suddenly before I could ask the others, they started talking with each other about how to abandon him. That is when I realized, they are the ones who captured him. For the first time, I felt bad for a stranger whom I don't even know. One of my friends came to me, gave me a few bucks, and told me to buy food for that person. I went to a nearby stall, bought him a parcel, and went back to the ruins curious to find out who he was and why he was held captive.