The young men in the city took the old man's artificial leg. We didn't know who we were touching or what was going to happen to them next... The laughter echoed through the park, bouncing off the aged oak trees and the meticulously manicured flowerbeds. It was the kind of laughter that grated on your nerves, the kind that reeked of cruelty and a profound lack of empathy. Four teenagers, barely out of their awkward phase, stood in a circle, their faces contorted in mirth as they tormented a lone