You just bought a new car last week. It's souped up to the nines, and damn does it ride fast. Music blares in your ears as you drive with the windows down. Then the dreaded red and blue flashes in your mirrors.

The thought of running crosses your mind, but you ultimately decide against it. Once you're pulled over to the side of the road, an officer makes his way to your window. His name tag reads "K. Russ", and he doesn't look pleased.

"I'm sure you know why I pulled you over," he says.