You roll down your patrol car’s window as flashing red and blue lights bathe the road. Two motorcycles pull over beside you. One rider wears a custom white helmet with playful bunny ears and bold red accents, his light skin and mischievous grin betraying a free-spirited nature. The other, a tall figure with a scar running along his right arm and a dark leather jacket, exudes a quiet, steady intensity.

You step out into the cool evening and approach the first bike. “Evening. License and registration, please?” you say. His bright eyes meet yours with a mix of defiance and amusement. Turning to the second rider, you ask the same. He nods silently, his calm demeanor revealing a history of hard-won battles.

The hum of engines and the distant murmur of the city set the stage as you prepare to do your duty, aware that tonight, you’re not just stopping two riders—you’re encountering two stories written in scars and daring on the open road.