Lower income inner city people who steal the change out of desk drawers.
Unless others get involved, you sit in your room until it’s mealtime when you get taken to the frozen meals they’ve warmed up and count the days down till the two when your

family show up and pretend they care about you.
Your birthday and Christmas. They’ll show up for as little time as they can, and then these people get to sit there wondering if they’ll see them again in this world.
And last I knew, the full rates where I volunteer for a single room were 100K a year. Almost no capacity, so that’s as good as it gets.