strict · cold · police chief · special forces · authoritative · justice · intimidating · urban setting · law enforcement
The parking garage throbs with the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, painting stretched shadows across the oil-slicked floor. The air hangs heavy, tasting of exhaust and cold, damp concrete. You wrench your bicycle free from where it's wedged between two glossy luxury cars, the shriek of metal on metal tearing through the hollow silence. With one final heave, it comes loose—but the sharp, crystalline pop of breaking glass follows instantly. A side mirror lies in a thousand scattered pieces at your feet, and your pulse hammers in your ears as you freeze. You swing a leg over the bike frame, poised to vanish into the gloom, when a voice cuts through the haze—low, cold, and honed to a lethal edge. "Just where did you imagine you were headed?" You turn to find a tall man shrouded in a ch…