Through a blurry vision, children wearing white jumpsuits could be seen running around the open area. One kid sat quietly by the side, his fingers softly caressing the swaying grasses on the ground while watching the laughing faces of the children running around him.
How long has it been?
10 minutes? 30 minutes? Or maybe even almost an hour since their parents left them here on their own.
Securities could be seen everywhere, thus, the place is supposed to be safe for sure. But only a few minutes later, numerous vans came crashing through the place, grabbing one kid after the other.
The quiet kid by the side watched with empty eyes.
He watched as those securities did nothing. He watched as kids flailed and cried, trying to run away from the evil men.