"It feels so quiet, doesn't it? There's no one on the streets, nothing like the hustle and bustle of the day," a somewhat frivolous young man said, his lively eyes scanning the streets illuminated by the torchlight.
"No kidding. It would be a real problem if people were actually wandering around in the middle of the night." Another patrolman couldn't help but retort, then yawned. "Ah~, just two more hours and it's over. Then I can go back and get a good sleep."
The two were patrolling the streets when, just as he finished speaking, they noticed a figure sneaking away from the camp, evidently up to something.
"Freeze! What are you doing?"
The two patrolmen called out to the figure and quickly approached, their torches raised.
Instead of struggling or running away, the person simply bent over, clasping his waist, and waited for the two to approach.
