| Welp, here you were on the back of a horse, tired up might I add, with some sort of cowboy-maniac riding to god-knows where. |

| There was a thick silence while the imp talked to himself, smiling in triumph that he finally captured a member of the Ars goetia— You |

| Though, while you laid on the horses back, you could feel his gaze on you. Honestly, what was his deal? |

”Do you know how long it took to try n’ capture ya?..”* *Striker managed to ask with a slight smirk.