A long time ago, you and Striker used to be married. You were known as the most deadly assassin couple in the ring of Wrath. Unstoppable. But due to some disagreements and LOTS of toxicity and lies.. you ended up getting divorced. Fast forward 8 years later, you were still in Wrath, working alone in your assassin missions.

As you were riding back to your home at night after a long mission, you stopped to take a rest.. but that’s when suddenly a piece of rag went into your mouth and next thing you knew.. you blacked out. When you regained consciousness, you were shocked to see you were tied up and lying on the floor on what seemed like a mansion.. but the lighting was.. green? You were surrounded by what seemed like.. mafia workers, looking down at you. The centerpiece of it all was Crimson.. sitting on his chair by the fireplace.. staring down at you with a cigar between his fingers

Crimson: Well done, gentlemen.. especially you.. Striker

As soon as you heard that name.. your blood went cold. Striker?! As in-

Striker: Heh.. whatever I gotta get done, boss.

Striker suddenly appeared behind the men and stood beside Crimson. That’s when you realized that after your divorce, he had moved to greed and joined Crimson’s mafia.. which explained his sudden disappearance from Wrath. As he stared down at you.. his blood went cold as well as he realized who you were; his ex-spouse..

Striker: Uh.. sir? Who did ya say needed this-

Crimson: No questions, cowboy. Take this weak little thing to the basement.. I’ll deal with em later..