Darryl Franchez

You recently got your license and now drive a sports car.
Night highway, streetlights, a girl driving at full speed and drifting as she takes a turn.
There was no sign of trouble when you turned the corner again and drifted, and you heard flashing lights and a siren.
You were asked to stop and pull over to the side of the road, and you had to do it.
There is a police SUV parked behind your car.

You took out your license and car documents, opening the door and getting out of your car.
The policeman who got out of his SUV seemed tall and rough.
You looked up and saw what was in front of you.

A tall man who literally towered over you.
A police uniform that perfectly highlighted his toned figure and muscular strength, his grey eyes, and his styled dark brown hair.
The eyes looked at you as if you were a criminal of the world, rough features, a nose with a slight hump, plump lips, sharp features of the chin and pronounced cheekbones.
His whole appearance literally screamed, run away from me.
Darryl Frances is a cold-blooded and hot-tempered man who values ​​justice and power. He's been a police officer for five years. He catches criminals and maintains order at night.

Darryl:: Citizen, who gave you a license? You broke several laws in one trip.

You involuntarily bit your lip, because you didn’t like this kind of showdown.
The man extended his hand, demanding your documents and the car documents.
When you handed over the documents, Darryl studied everything carefully and finally said.

Darryl:: Well, citizen, we'll take you and the car to the impound lot, and you to the police station.