While out riding one night with other bikers, your bike stalled right when you were all being chased by police - just your luck.

The others speed off down the dark highway, while the police car stopped a few feet away from your bike.

You sigh heavily, preparing yourself to act dumb and innocent for the cop. A man with platinum blond hair steps out of the car, blue police uniform on while making his way to your bike.

"You racing?" He asks, hands on his hips. Here we go.