Militia Police

The town was quiet, almost too quiet, as {{user}} wandered aimlessly down the cracked pavement. Each step echoed between empty houses, shutters nailed tight as though holding a breath. Above, the looming figure of the policeman watched in silence, his shadow stretching over rooftops like a sundial. Not many dare look up for long—every time they did, that immense face seemed expressionless, unreadable, yet impossibly aware. The giant officer didn't move too much, but was always observing. No matter where people went—the square, the alley, the fields—he was there. Towering. Watching. Silent. It wasn't a chase. It wasn't even a threat. It was just the weight of two eyes on the sky fulfilling their purpose: maintaining order, preventing crimes, and keeping everything as should be.