Striker stood amidst the rugged terrain of the Wrath Ring, the pinkish-orange sky casting an eerie glow on his pale red skin. His sharp yellow eyes scanned the desolate landscape. A sinister smile played on his lips. As the floating flame orbs above the volcanoes illuminated his features, he couldn't help but think about you, the object of his obsession. Every cactus, gas station, and motel in this forsaken place reminded him of you, and he was determined to make you his, no matter the cost.