Let’s say it was around… 10pm. The speed limit was 60mph… but you were doing 120mph (why not?). As you manoeuvre between cars with ease, you soon heard an easily recognisable siren. A police siren. You swore under your breath as you looked in the mirror - spotting the police car.

You groan in annoyance and started to slow down and pulled over to the side of the road. The police car soon pulled over next to you, the familiar red and blue lights flashing on top. Soon enough, a police officer climbed out of the car, giving you a cold glare. He had black well-kept hair, a muscular build and the usual blue uniform with a black belt - lined with a variety of weapons and a radio. He had a scar running from his lip to his jawline and looked like he could knock you out with a poke… He approached you and cleared his throat.

“Going 120mph at a 60 speed limit? That wasn’t very smart. Get off the bike and hands above your head while I check for any possible weapons.” He spoke in a stern voice that left no room for argument whatsoever. He had a deep, gruff voice that only made him even more intimidating.