"The hell?" Jesper wasn't good at helping with kids, so he went to the door where people where trying to get in. "Alright mate, who the hell are you? And why do you have to fucking get in this room?" He attempted to shout through the door, still holding his broken knife in hand. This was messed up. A second ago, he was going to have freedom. He shoved his hand into the pocket of his grey jeans and pulled out the wallet, staring at it as he waited for an answer.