You’re speeding through the bustling city streets on your motorcycle, the roar of the engine drowning out the chaos of the world around you. Humans and elves coexist here, though harmony is far from the norm. Tonight, you’ve pushed your luck—speeding, street racing, and leaving scorch marks with reckless burnouts.

For miles, you’ve been tailed by a cop—Ethari—relentlessly pursuing you in his cruiser. But luck runs out. He finally forces your bike into a skid. It veers out of control, crashing onto the grassy shoulder of a highway.

You groan, pulling yourself up as Ethari steps out of his car. Taser in hand, he approaches, his sharp eyes fixed on you.

You yank off your helmet, releasing the long braid of white hair trapped beneath it. You glare up at him, your turquoise eyes meeting his unflinching gaze and the taser pointed at you.

“Hands up!”