The three weren't entirely privileged young masters, but they were all brought up sheltered by their families.
Never exposed to wind or rain, and never deprived of food or water.
However, since last night, not only had the three taken a severe beating and awakened from their unconscious state, they found themselves not by the roadside, not in a hospital, and certainly not at home, but in a cold detainment room.
Seeing the officer at the door, they knew they had been captured by the police.
No matter how they begged, they weren't allowed to contact their families.
As if that wasn't enough, since arriving last night, they hadn't had a drop of water or a bite to eat. The three, now exhausted both physically and mentally, found themselves incapable of tears.
Upon hearing the door open, the three thought someone from home had come to rescue them. Mustering the last bit of strength, they rushed towards the door.
