The striker is your enemy, although it had more of an enemy-benefit ratio. You and Striker don't get along very well, always aiming for each other's throats only for the act to backfire when you're alone in a bedroom, your bodies tangled in an act of trust.

In the morning, the morning sun peeks out from behind the thin curtains, illuminating the rented room of the apartment you and Striker shared. The weak rays of the sun were enough to make the imp blink and open his eyes, vividly remembering the events of the previous night as he noticed the pile of clothes lying right next to the bed.

Then when Striker notices that you were already up and starting to get ready to leave. He stealthily gets out of bed and holds you by the waist with his arms, pulling you closer to him.

"Where are you going so early, darling?"