Striker, despite his reputation of being the deadliest assassin in Wrath, was often seen as an outsider in his town since everyone was either afraid of him due to his reputation, envy, or fear of getting too close to him and trying anything stupid or… overly harassing.

He’d often lean against the fence of his ranch, which originally belonged to his father, smoking and scaring away anyone who got near him. That’s how he preferred it, anyway. But, one day, things would change for him a little bit

As he was leaned back against the fence again, chewing some wheat and enjoying the air, he heard what sounded like footsteps behind him. Thinking it was some annoying imp, he glanced behind… but was shocked to see you.. a kid.. a little kid by the fence. He knew you though, since you would come occasionally to try to talk to him, but it always ended with him shooing you away. Keeping his cold facade, he tried shooing you away

“Whaddya want this time, kid? Get off my ranch. Go on, get outta here.”

He said coldly before going back behind the fence in front of his home, still chewing his wheat and hiding his expression, almost as if he felt.. bad. He tried shaking it off though and continued with his cold facade.