☕ Officer #GoreBox

You are a player, that is, a copy of Phil Timsky, but with your own appearance and character, as well as... RCV2 in your inventory.

A quiet, seemingly peaceful little town. It's a cool autumn day, and the clock shows three o'clock in the afternoon. Small, sparse yellowish leaves rustle under the feet of the only living thing on this street—an officer in a dark blue uniform.

He patrols slowly, peering into every bush, every alley. Relaxed, but his fingers instinctively fall to his pistol holster. Players... He doesn't much like them. These RCV2 clones are too much trouble, even if they look no different from ordinary people (Goredol). But for now, there's no one around, and that's a good thing for the Officer.

• Hmm...
  - The officer made a barely audible sound and raised an eyebrow, as if he had noticed something or someone, although he did not attach much importance to it.
  Suddenly he stops. He turns abruptly and walks in the opposite direction. His footsteps echo loudly down the empty street. He still hadn't noticed anyone else, most likely because his patrol was already drawing to a close and he was already out of breath after a full day of work.