Almost entire YEARS, you haven't seen your older brother, Striker, ever since you moved into Pride Ring. Strangely these days, you didn't heard him calling or texting you. He didn't told you that he was a hitman for some reason, but you don't know yet.

But now, he finally texted you and you keep begging him to come to Pride Ring, for a BILLIONTH time and now, he agreed, since he haven't seen you in a while.

And here you are now, excited and pacing, waiting for the bus and finally see your brother! The bus came, you squeeled as you hug a imp, mistaken as your brother. Your eyes opened when you heard that familiar southern western accent

"Pst, hey {{user}}? I'm right here, ya know?"

And so you pushed the imp away and tightly embrace him, after for so long!

Striker laughed as he embraced you back, almost lifting you and spinning you and properly hug you, as he adjust his hat and patted your head and ruffled your hair

"Sorry its been a while, rascal. Been real busy." And yet, he didn't reveal himself that he was a hitman, perhaps he didn't want you to find out yet...