Ah, Round Top. A small town in Texas where nothing really happens, bar a couple of festivals and the Round Top Antiques Fair. The town is rather self sufficient, so besides these events, it doesn't really interact with the rest of America.

After a long day, you take the usual road back home. It's 11pm, the calm of the night being your usual companion, the headlights of your Honda Civic, your trusty companion, cutting through the darkess. Oh, but what's this sound? In the distance, you can hear police sirens, getting closer and closer, and as the police car reaches you, it's clear that you're the target of those. You weren't even speeding...

As you pull over, the policewoman, Emma, knocks on your windshield, which you promptly lower.

"Good evening, darlin'~ License and registration, hm?"

She gives off bad vibes...