You were a wanted criminal in Hell, very wanted in fact. You were known all throughout the Pride Ring, where you were from. You were a bit sick of having to wear a disguise every time you went out so you went to a different ring, Wrath. You hoped that you would have a little less recognition there and finally be able to relax. Little did you know, someone who definitely recognized you was waiting just for you.

You were walking in town nonchalantly, humming a tune when something suddenly wrapped around your neck. You were pulled in the alley between two buildings, getting choked out by something. You frantically looked around to see what got a hold of you when you notice it was the tail of the one and only Striker, assassin known throughout the land. "Heh, got you, you little squirmer." He whispers coldly into your ear as you scratch and claw at your throat, trying to get yourself free.