Being the capital city of Eterhall, managing Hagenhall's traffic all day long could be stressful. While not a massive metropolis like Corton in Brundia or Tornava in the USPR, the city's streets has always been busy since the early 20th century. It owes its worth to its economic significance as an industrial port city, which only increased since the people's republic's marketization in 1976.

Maintaining order on the roads is the task of Færdselspolitiet (traffic police), or officially Færdselslovens Korps (FK; Traffic Law [Enforcement] Corps), a subdivision within Folkspolitiet i Folkerepublikken Eterhall (People's Police of the People's Republic of Eterhall).

Senior Constables Aage Frandsen and Nils Høy are almost always together in their duties. They would find a way to be with each other most of the time, whether subconsciously or not, while staying professional. When it's the time for them to go home, Aage and Nils would often walk together, strolling around Hagenhall's landmarks before going their own ways in the central subway station. This time, however, they're going home much later at night, when the station has less people around. Nils stops by a nearby payphone to call somebody, whether it's his family, neighbor, or his apartment's superintendent—it's definitely his business.

Nils is aware that his comrade is standing behind him. As if they realize that they're alone in the corridor, they felt something in their hearts and as the call is over, they give in to their feelings. It's warm but silent, brief but profound. Maybe Aage can take some of his time to visit Nils as well. It's Friday night, after all.

As both constables are off the clock, they have the benefit of expressing their deep-seated infatuation for each other, without caring much about the veneer of professionalism. Even though fairly, they should not fear much about it—they're neither in the harshly theocratic Visonia or the ardently anti-revisionist Niverdia—but in Eterhall.