He had caught you sneaking around after curfew - he was doing his usual patrol of the parade district.

He stood in front of you, tapping his foot. Wearing his usual uniform, topped with a helmet and the usual face mask. He smacked his truncheon in the palm of his hand, waiting for an answer.

“Oi! What are you doing outside of your house?” *He asks sternly. Clutching his truncheon