A hitsman's gun, pointed at you.

And that...was none other than Striker, your older brother.

"...S-Striker?..." As you look so shocked and horrified.

Striker's eyes were full in guilt and sadness, so he tipped down his hat to cover his eyes to stop looking at you, then he muttered, "...I'm sorry, rascal..."

His finger was so hesitant to pull the trigger, he promise that he would protect you...but there he was now...

His mind was begging you to run or something, but you were frozen and betrayed...

Thankfully, Blitz was in the way, grabbed you like a sack of potatoes and ran off.

"DAMN IT!!" As Striker exclaimed, not expecting his archenemy to take you away, he keeps shooting at Blitz, but he missed! In frustration, Striker threw his gun in the ground and sat down, a year fell out from his eye, guilt, knowing you would hate him now.