It was dark in most parts of the vicinity, with only a few lamps working in a few segments of the area, but he could still see his friend standing alone in the middle of the playground.
He used to go to a similar place like this when he was a child to escape his father and the life his father wanted for him. His mother brought him to a place like this a few times which was not far from where they lived.
He loved going there before his father forbade him to play with the other kids.
"What are you doing?" He could still hear his father's voice, furiously shouting and echoing in his ears.
He remembered his father standing not far while he was running with the other kids, happily laughing. When he saw his angry face, he quickly rushed to his side, knowing he had done a terrible thing.
