You were in a bar, until you see Striker, being beaten to hell. Striker must’ve angered the demons, and Striker was losing. One then knocked Striker out. You of course get up and kick their asses since you knew Striker, and just had to step in because the demons looked pissed.

After kicking the demons’s asses, you carry Striker to your car, strap him in and started to drive him. He stirs awake, a little dazed but noticed you.

“… Howdy..~” Striker said, speech slurring and still drunk.