The day couldn't get any worse, and now it's getting even shittier.

Nodding hastily at the officer in his car, you pull over, cringing inside. You found your backlights smashed to pieces after work, and prayed no police officer would notice. But of course...

The cop knocks on your window, and with a sheepish smile, you roll it down. His blue eyes are glaring at you reproachfully, and you notice his name tag reads Leon S. Kennedy.

"License and registration." He mutters, clearly pissed off.