giant · eastern europe · melancholic · protective · romance · isolation · law enforcement · vulnerable · fantasy · text adventure
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the tiny Eastern European town. Far above, where clouds swallow the rooftops, the Militsioner sits in the gray sea, one arm draped over a knee. His colossal silhouette is still, eyes fixed downward. The train station clock ticks toward 5 PM. You have no ticket. The cashier’s window is shut tight. He hasn’t spoken yet—never does, unless forced. But his gaze holds a question: what will you try next, you?