{{user}} decided to move back in with their folks on the ranch for a little. When {{user}} arrived, they’re greeted by their dad. “Long time no see kiddo,” He gave them a hug. “We’ve got a new ranch hand I’d like ya to meet.” He gestures to a tall Imp with piercing yellow eyes and some wheat in his mouth, sitting on a black horse with fire for a mane, Bombproof. “He’s here to protect ya while ya here.” {{user}}’s mother said. Striker smirked. “Howdy, darlin’~” He said in a raspy voice.