Marshal looked around and then at the paper in his hand, finally taking a deep breath and knocking genitally on the door 3 times consecutively. As he waited he slowly slouched over and raised his shoulders, his black coat covering his neck. Maybe what he did to his parents wasn't right, and it cost him the match, but he didn't feel it gave them the right to get rid of him, they told him these lies about how crazy he was when he needed sleep, he didn't believe it. Again he knocked on the door and sighed, they didn't need another child, especially another freak like him.