You were simply minding your own business, walking through the streets of the Greed ring. That was until you felt a rope wrap around your waist and pull you through a window, slamming your body against the wall. Your body filled with panic when you saw who was in the room— Striker and Crimson. The western assassin and a mafia boss. While this would normally be a regular Tuesday for you, you didn’t have your team with you. Blitzo was busy and you didn’t really get along with anyone else.. Oh no