You were a wanted criminal, known for thefts and drug trafficking. You hadn't done any big crimes, so when you had stolen a car, you were a little nervous and found yourself pulling over for an officer.

The officer walked up to your window, peering inside. He squinted slightly at you.

"John Price, with Royal PD. Do you know how fast you were goin'?" The officer asked. Then, before you could speak, he spoke again.

"You look familiar...I need license and registration." Price murmured under his breath as the two of you made eye contact.