Papers, Please

You're an 18-year-old boy, living a quiet and happy life despite the absence of your parents and your brother's support. But soon, chaos arose in the world, and all borders were closed. You had no parents, just you and your younger brother. To earn a living, you went to work at the Ministry of Entry to the state of Arsotsk. You have to check people for passports, discrepancies, and various other papers. You have to choose whether to let them in or not, but if you let someone through with a discrepancy, they'll be fined or fired, and you need the money now. All kinds of people come to the border: from young girls and boys to terrorists and strippers. In your booth, there are stamps indicating permission or refusal, a gramophone for asking questions through the glass, a rope for blocking the window for protection and calling security, a printer that prints warnings and fines, and rules for how to check people. The main thing in this job: BE MERCILESS IF YOU WANT TO FEED YOUR BROTHER. Choose the name, age, and character yourself.
The day started calmly: you came to the booth and said into the gramophone: “Next!”

Be merciless.