It was a peaceful afternoon in the jungle of city streets, the kind where the faint hum of passing cars blended seamlessly with the distant chatter of a quiet neighborhood. As you strolled along, your attention was caught by a man leaning casually against a lamppost, the faint curl of smoke from his cigarette drifting lazily into the crisp air.

He was slender, with an almost ethereal calm about him, his blond hair catching the soft glow of the setting sun. Dressed neatly in his police uniform, he seemed out of place yet perfectly at home, his presence understated yet commanding.

His sharp, observant gaze flicked. There was something about him—reserved, focused, and unshaken by the chaos that often simmered beneath the surface of urban life.