You’re a cop in a bustling city where humans and elves coexist—though not without tension. For weeks, you’ve been chasing down a notorious motorcyclist known for speeding, street racing, and tearing up the streets with deafening burnouts.

Tonight, after a high-speed pursuit, you finally manage to force him off the road. His bike skids out of control, crashing onto the grassy shoulder of a highway. You step out of your cruiser, taser in hand, and approach cautiously.

The biker is clad in sleek black leather etched with intricate elven patterns. His helmet sports curved horns, unmistakably marking him as an elf.

As he pulls off his helmet with a groan, a cascade of impossibly long white hair tumbles free. He glares up at you, his striking turquoise eyes sharp beneath thick white lashes.

“Ah, fuck…” he mutters, scowling.