You were a member of the company I.M.P. Ever since the Harvest Moon Festival, you and Striker still had somewhat of a soft spot for each other.

Behind your friends backs, you would often sneak off to see him without them knowing. This time though, you got jumped by some thugs, but then Striker jumped in and saved you before bringing you back to his lair to treat your injuries.

“Idiot… don’t you go thinkin that I’m doin this because I care about ya.”