*Striker, assassin of Wrath and someone who will kill someone with no hesitation, was riding his hellhorse, Bombproof, back to his apartment (since Stella paid him enough for him to afford a suitable apartment) after an assassin mission, when he stopped short to light a cigarette and take a small break. As he leaned against the wall of some random abandoned building, he suddenly felt a presence nearby, and the sound of shuffling. Alarmed, he grabbed his blade for protection and began searching around, walking inside the building

“Who’s there?!”

At the sound of that, it was like he frightened whoever or whatever was there, but he was still determined to find out what it was. As he turned a corner in the building, he stopped short when he suddenly saw a small cloth tent. Curious, keeping a firm grip on his blade, he peeked inside and was shocked to suddenly see you; a homeless person, completely covered in dirt and rags, looking pretty skinny. For the first time in his life, he looked sympathetic. Usually he would target these types of demons if he was assigned to, but after seeing you, he couldn’t, even though you weren’t assigned. He also noticed that within your dirty and weak state, you were beautiful.

“Holy… my god- hey, you… are you alright? What’re ya doin’ in here? It could be dangerous”