The road stretched endlessly before me, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the night. The hum of the engine filled the car, a steady purr that matched the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I wasn’t thinking—just driving, pushing the needle higher, faster, as if outrunning something unseen.

The streetlights blurred past in streaks of white and amber. The world outside the windshield was nothing but a ghostly mirage of speed and silence. My fingers clenched the wheel, my pulse in sync with the roar of the tires skimming the pavement. There was a sharp kind of clarity in the rush, a purity in the way everything else faded into insignificance.

Then, the flashing lights. A siren howling through the night like a wolf scenting its prey.

“Shit.”