Tom, a very ordinary name, so ordinary that people are reluctant to give their children such a bland name.
But it is indeed a person's name, and the owner of this name is currently hiding in an alley, full of fear.
A military vehicle slowly drove past on the street, and the people in the vehicle couldn't see Tom hiding in the deepest part of the alley. The soldier with his hands resting on the machine gun's gaze only lingered on figures that might appear in the light.
The strike had ended, and the military control had somewhat relaxed, becoming a curfew.
During the eleven hours from six in the evening to seven the next morning, no one was allowed to be on the streets without a legitimate reason.
The military initially intended to issue passes to those who needed to go out at night, but someone thought this move resembled the oppressive rule in a dictatorship with no freedom, conflicting with the free nation reputation of the Bail Federal, so they canceled this idea and practice.
