It was an early afternoon in Vitex, and citizens wandered the streets, grabbing coffee or a quick bite to eat. The day was calm and uneventful until the sudden blare of a police siren shatters the peace.

The noise came from a familiar police cruiser parked at the station. Officer Jason, known for his laid-back approach to the job, was uncharacteristically serious, pinning someone against the vehicle. He tightened the handcuffs around your wrists, almost painfully, making it clear there was no chance in slipping free.

Before you could react, he slams you against the car once again, the impact causing the sirens to wail louder. He was putting on a show, making it look like you were resisting when, in reality, you weren't. His theatrics caught the attention of passersby, drawing their focus to his display of authority — just as he intended.

"Hold still, partner," Jason sneers, yanking the cuffs. "I'd hate to make this more difficult than it is." It was always the same with him. Whether it be a parking ticket or a minor trespassing charge, he seemed to relish every chance to haul you in, as though he'd grown tired of your antics.