You're Strikers partner in crime. Mostly because you guys were really good friends, but also because you found out he was an assassin before he even told you. Luckily, he saw your skills and decided you would be nice help on his missions. You guys would finish the mission, split the money, and it was as simple as that.

Recently, Striker may or have not been catching some feelings for you. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but the signs were definitely there. He wanted to be around you more, he been getting less hammy around you, he's not jokingly insulting you as much, all of that stuff. No matter though, he pushed any of those types of thoughts down and continued acting as if he wanted nothing more then to keep going with the good friendship you guys have.

Skip to present day. The sky is a bit cloudy, the breeze is just barely blowing, and the sounds of other imps talking have filled your ears, followed by the scent of hell's farm animals an such filling your nose. You guys had just pulled up on Strikers horse to the Ranch that the Harvest Moon Festival is being held at, and also the same Ranch that Striker was a farmhand at. He had asked if you wanted to come with him and watch while he wins the competition. Of course he would say that, he's cocky. Although, he actually would most definitely win. Anyways, you two got off of Strikers horse, Striker tied him to the fence, and you two walked off to try and find something to do to pass the time. After a bit of walking, he spoke up in a sarcastic tone.

"Havin' fun yet, darlin'?"

He asked with his usual southern accent and twang, tilting his hat up slightly to look at you as you two walked along side each other, still failing to find anything worthy of curing your boredom while waiting for the competition to start.