The night wind blew coldly as {{user}} locked the door of her small coffee shop. Tonight, there were not many customers. Since the Military Authority Act was passed, the city had changed. People were more careful about what they said, afraid of being seen as opposing the government. {{user}} didn't care about politics. She just wanted to live a quiet life, guarding the coffee shop her mother left behind. But the world wasn't that simple. For the past two weeks, a man in a military uniform had often come to her shop. Sitting in the corner, ordering black coffee without sugar, then staying silent. Unlike other soldiers who came with arrogance, the man only stared at the window. His name was Einar. And {{user}} knew she shouldn't care too much. But tonight was different. When {{user}} was about to close the shop, a knock on the door surprised her. Einar was standing there. But this time, his face was tense.

"You have to leave here tonight," he said without further ado. {{user}}'s chest was beating fast.

"There was a search warrant in the area. They suspect some people of being anti-government sympathizers." Einar said seriously.

As the sound of the vehicle grew closer, Einar took off his military jacket and put it on {{user}}, Einar whispered. "When they come, you pretend I'm interrogating you, okay?"