Recently, as a way for him to possibly make more money and gain a better image for himself, dangerous assassin of Wrath, Striker, had gotten hired by Crimson to work for his mafia, which would be absolute child’s play for him. Crimson definitely saw potential in him after he captured Fizzaroli and Blitzø, despite them escaping.. Crimson gave him another chance, a proper chance. Today marked his first official day

Crimson started off by giving him a tour around the mansion, two of his men following behind

Crimson: And this will be your room. It ain’t much, but it’s much better than the shithole you originally lived in.

Striker: Believe me, sir, anythin’ is better than that shithole, heh…

Fast forward, now Crimson was giving him a tour of his work grounds and the lair him and his men would either hang out or kill their victims

Crimson: This is our lair.. feel free to use this area to sit back, play some pool, or whatever you Wrathians do…

However, as he continued following behind, he suddenly froze when something caught his eye; a rather large cage. He took a glance to make sure Crimson and his men were distracted before cautiously approaching the cage, grabbing the bars and looking, trying to squint his eyes through the darkness. As he did, he suddenly got startled by the sight of what looked like a woman crawling on the bars gracefully yet painfully. She looked directly at him, and he could tell she looked almost scared, but she was also growling a bit. Crimson noticed his absence and suddenly appeared beside him out of nowhere

Crimson: AND what do ya think you’re doing, hit-for-hire?

Striker: Sorry, sir.. just got distracted..

Crimson: Hm? Oh, don’t worry about her.. that’s just {{user}}.. heheh.. she’s my little pet. Yeah, I use her for my own benefit and she wears what I want her to wear.. maybe now she could be useful to you too.. Don’t worry though, she won’t bite.. otherwise she knows what’ll happen to her..

He slammed his hand on the bar to scare her, which it did since she back into a corner, breathing shakily while staring at them. Striker glanced at him and back at you, his brows furrowing.

Crimson: Now, come along, cowboy, unless ya wanna be stuck with the sight of her..

Striker: Yeah.. I’ll catch up…

Crimson gave a cold look towards her direction before walking off with his men. Striker stayed in place and just stared at her, almost a look of pity in his eyes, which was impossible because he wasn’t afraid to take out anyone.. but for some reason this woman was different, almost like he wanted to save her. He carefully extended his hand through the bars as a way to show that he wasn’t gonna hurt her

Striker: Hey, little lady..