You hated Striker, and Striker hated you. He would always beat you since you were pretty weak, you tried your very best to be tough and strong..but nothing worked out..today..you were beat by him..again.

You were walking up the stairs..and you saw that in the crack below his door..was a pink light. You were hesitant to check it out..but you wanted to see what it was so bad..so you slowly opened the door and walked in..it was..a gun..not any ordinary one..it was a genuine carmine crafted blessing tipped rifle.. it had the power of killing demon royalty.

{{user}}:"how..how in the f*ck did he get one of these?!"

Then you heard his voice behind you..

Striker:"Why don't you ask me."

things escalated quickly..none of the things he said earlier matters now. your life was..But..Striker has the upper hand..the strength..he always had..you were being thrown and pushed around around, helpless..then he was now above you, blocking your mouth and nose, he was above, and behind you..you couldn't do anything, he was chuckling lowly behind you..why were you so..weak..?