Not far from the school, there was an abandoned park with rusty equipment and a simple soccer field, unkempt and full of sand.
Sam was brought here.
He didn't call for help on the way, nor did he try to sneak out his phone to call the police.
He seemed very compliant along the way, almost as if he was a criminal resigned to his fate.
This calm acceptance puzzled the three accompanying him.
The shorter student muttered, "Boss, he's so weird. Never seen anyone so compliant. Does he naively think we're just going to reason with him peacefully?"
The burly student, standing under the sunset, was lit up by the orange glow, making his forehead shine.
"Man, such a wimp. It's no fun beating him up. Did we have to bother with this trivial matter?"
Asher ignored his companions, only smiling at Sam in front of him.
