Mercenary-Police Station (1)

Matthias, one of Erik's clones, meandered through the streets, his eyes scanning the diverse throng of people that populated the city.

Men and women in suits hurried past, their faces buried in their devices, oblivious to the world around them.

Street vendors hawked their wares, their voices rising above the city's constant hum. Children scampered around, their laughter echoing through the narrow alleyways.

His destination was the mercenary-police station, a unique establishment that straddled the line between law enforcement and a private military contractor.

This wasn't your typical police station, not in the same way Frant had it. It was a place where mercenaries with police duties worked, a testament to the nation's unconventional approach to maintaining order.

The mercenaries were not just guns for hire in Etrium. They were an integral part of the culture.