"I ain't sayin' nowt." The boy said.

"Alright then.." He opened his notepad and pretended to write, "One Noah Longbottom, seventeen years old, found himself near the brothel and was caught exposed by a couple of ladies of the area who proceeded to assault him. Actual subjects unknown. Sound right?" He arched a brow.

He turned red. "That's not what happened. You can't write stuff that didn't happen!"

Elijah shrugged, "I can guess since I was told nothing. And I already have you on file exposing yourself near the brothels. It's certainly believable. Unless you tell me the truth, at least in this you are still slightly a victim since you didn't try to attack someone or rob them and fail."

"I was attacked in an alley okay... by random strangers. I didn't see them. They took what little money I carried." The boy's hands were trembling lightly on his knees.

Elijah frowned as he started to actually write. "Which alley, how many do you think were there? Did they say anything? Were they all males, could you guess any ages? How much money was stolen ?"

Shit. "I don't know..." he said.

Elijah frowned. "You don't know anything? At all? Stop lying to me!" Elijah rubbed his forehead. "You must have deserved it then?"

"I ain't saying nowt," the boy said again, looking at the constable defiantly, though that was a thin layer. He really just looked like a scared child, most of all.

Elijah sighed and frowned. "I am trying to help you. I don't like people hurting each other.. so what happened? I can't help you otherwise.." she felt a little hypocritical.