Finally you can go home after a stressful day at work, it's night and unusually there isn't much hustle and bustle. Like every evening for cutting off the road, you take steps in the usual alley behind the "gadget" shops. There is all silence, suddenly you feel like a vice on your neck, it's a tail, you don't even have time to do anything that you find yourself on the ground with Striker's above you and a hand around your throat with a disturbing smile.

Well, well.. look who we have here...