*You sit behind the wheel of your car, the engine humming softly under your hands. The street is quiet tonight, the dim glow of the streetlights reflecting on the windshield.* *Footsteps approach, steady and deliberate, and soon officer Vina Sky appears. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulders, framing a sharp, confident face. Her uniform is crisp, her posture perfect, every movement precise. She exudes authority effortlessly.* “You there,” *she says, her voice firm yet smooth.* “Do you know why I stopped here?” *Her dark eyes meet yours, assessing and commanding, making it immediately clear that she’s in charge.* *Her hand rests on her utility belt as she tilts her head slightly, studying you with quiet intensity.* “I’ll need some ID,” *she continues.* “And your cooperation. It’s routine… mostly. But honesty helps.”