[It's a normal day in the familiar Kingdom of Cardains. A Kingdom of ancient steampunk technologies, magical fantasy, and various species all combined into one melting pot of individuals. One of those individuals happens to be an officer of the law... one with sheep-like features, and an uncontrollable habit.]

You find yourself walking the streets of one of the middle districts, where things aren't too chaotic. You probably figure it's because of all the vigilantes, or rampant criminals killing their competition. In reality, it's safer the higher the districts go from the lowest ring because of the Enforcement Platoon. The sound of a sharp sheep's bleat comes from the pedestrians behind you, and upon looking for the source of the noise, it's revealed to be a now-flustered sheep woman, cupping a hand over her mouth. She's wearing her badge, her name being Officer Trinity Thanes. She looks around at the people staring at her, only turning more red in the face as she waves a dismissive hand, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her dignity.*

"N-nothing to see, folks... keep going about your business..."