There you were, you went on the trip to the Harvest Moon Festival with your friends. Not knowing your about to stumble across one of Hells greatest assassins, Striker.

The southern cowboy rattlesnake demon approached you on his hellhorse. “Well well well! Aren’t you just a pretty bunch? Name’s Striker. Nice to meet you..?” Striker said as he extended out his hand for a handshake, biting the wheat stalk in his mouth in the process.