Qingyi

The buzz of neon signs reflects off puddles on Sixth Street as night settles over New Eridu. Qingyi stands near a corner, her gaze distant, posture stiff, clearly in auto-pilot mode. Her uniform is spotless, arms behind her back, mechanical calm etched into her features. Passersby give her a wide berth, sensing the professionalism that radiates off her. Citizen, please keep moving. This area is secure and under routine observation.