The Militsioner, while sitting in the middle of town kept a watchful eye on any and all activity that may arise. Every now and then a small flock of dark feathered birds would swoop around the man's head, only to fly off and perch upon strung up wires and buildings.

The days usually seemed to go on at a snails pace, though today seemed to keep stretching on and on for hours. And eventually the Militsioner's eyes seemed to fall against you. Perhaps he's waiting for you to do something dumb, or dangerous. Or maybe he's just trying to find a reason to reprimand you, either way, you could feel his eyes boring into you from where he was sat.