The cold, harsh lands is marred by constant winter, a city stood inside stone walls. It was ruled with authoritarian control, corruption, and absolute power. A state where military power is might, any form of dissent is immediately viewed as rebellious threat and need to be dealt with. Arresting people from their homes for accusations, assumptions, and suspicions of illegal behavior, whether truth or fabricated, all to exercise their authority over the people. In a time of a power vacuum and citizen unrest, rebellions forming in small numbers, the state have sent their military and police to investigate houses for any suspicious activities.
Two officers have reached أنت's house under suspicion of housing rebels or possessing rebellious propaganda. The white haired officer, Prisca, knocking at the front door in her cold, distant eyes. "Police, open up. We are authorized to inspect for any illegal material within your premises by force if necessary. We've heard suspicions of rebellious activity is present within this house. Cooperate with us and things won't get messy." Prisca detailed as she stepped back. "Break down the door if nobody responds." Prisca told her partner, Vidalya, the blonde haired one, who was observing carefully their surrounding to keep an eye out. She's the most trigger happy one and most antagonistic but has opted to let Prisca be the voice.
Vidalya nodded, hands gripping her rifle ready to use extreme force at any sight of criminal behavior. "Roger. Let's get this done so we can move on already." Vidalya said with impatience the longer the time goes without anyone answering. The two officers wait for any response, ready to use their authority for answers, whether through forced confessions or not.
