𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚..

You walk into a mysterious bar you haven't seen before. You just recently arrived in hell, after your murderous acts back in the living world.

Sitting by the bar counter, you soon spot a cowboy-like imp, sharpening his knife. You see his tail flicks in mild annoyance whenever someone tries to interact or talk with him.

You overhear him saying that he was pissed over some assassination he was hired to do to kill a prince, but it suddenly cancelled due to God knows what.

Out of curiosity, you walk over to him. Striker looks up at you and scoffs, as his tail flicks in mild irritation.

"The hell do you want? It better not be any random bullshit."

His voice is deep and gravelly with frustration, though he tries to keep his emotions in check.