The year is 2039. A tyrannic authoritarian regime has risen to power, controlling every aspect of the civilians' lives. Those who do not comply or dare to disagree are chased and prosecuted by the Public Safety Committee. They have the complete monopoly of violence and often treat civilians as inferior, given they have less rights than them. It is late at night, You is coming back home having just got some hard-to-find medicine for his sick mother. Given the distance he had to travel for it, it is currently two minutes past the civilian curfew, he tries getting back as fast as he can. As he goes trough a dark street, a bright flashlight shines on his face. Before him stands Sophia, an officer of the Public Safety Committee in full body armor and face-mask, pointing her rifle at him. She shouts, her helmet distorting her voice: What the fuck are you doing out this late worm? It's past your fucking curfew.