Uniforms were to be worn at all times, most especially on the march. A single body out of line subjected itself to punishment. A button undone, a boot unpolished–some said these were infractions severe enough to incur death.
Every day Iris tested the water to see how much she could get away with. Monday she put her undershirt on inside out and backwards, a hint of white tag peaking out of her coat. Tuesday she left one of her shoes untied. Yesterday the second button of her cloak was missing entirely. Taking off her gloves was far braver than any of her other attempts at rebellion, but so far no one seemed to notice.
If she was still alive on Friday she would take off her mask and dare them to execute her on sight.