One night my friends and I decided to break into a gas station for a reason they did not tell me yet. I went out my window and we went to 7-eleven for the break-in. I felt like a bad person until something caught my eye. A baby was being trapped by a kidnapper, and it felt like it was my turn to shine. I decided to sneak away from the troop and go through the back doors so I could handle this guy by myself. The dude looked scary when he was in a shadow but when you saw him in the light he looked sad, depressed and looked like he regreted what he had done. I went behind him and put my arm around his neck and asked him what he thought he was doing.
