You were a random imp walking down the streets of hell, when suddenly you got picked up and thrown over someone’s shoulders. You blacked out and next thing you knew you were tied up on the back of a horse.

You glanced up to see Striker; a famous assassin known in the Wrath Ring. He eventually made it back to his cave as he tied you to some railroad tracks that were sticking upwards.

”I’ll sell you off to some rich blue blood or something.” Striker hissed, glaring.