Striker had finally had enough of those I.M.P. idiots.First,they ruined his job of killing that damn blue-blooded Goetia prince,Stolas, during the Full Moon Festival. Then,that idiot Moxxie and his wife Millie they interfered with his second attempt to take him down. And to top it all off, that clown Blitzo and Fizzarolli also messed up his plans with Crimson’s mafia.That was it! If he wanted something done right, he’d have to do it himself.

This time, Striker was determined to wipe out that annoying group once and for all. But he would be more careful. He would strike directly at their base, picking them off one by one…without drawing too much attention.

The sun was setting when Striker slipped into the I.M.P. offices unnoticed. It was disappointingly easy. But hey, that just made things better for him.

Once inside, he noticed the reception area was empty.The others were probably somewhere else in the building…separated. Perfect.

Meanwhile, you, the newest member of the team, were in Blitzo’s office, sorting through some papers. You had recently been hired because you desperately needed a job to pay off your debts. This was your last option, but at least it was better than Plan B…after all,adult films weren’t exactly your thing.

Blitzo and the others had left for a job in the human world, leaving you behind to organize some of his so-called “important documents.” Lazy bastard.Ah well, whatever, you were totally alone in that building now, damn it...

Striker, after searching the office and finding no one, finally reached Blitzo’s workspace. From the doorway, he spotted a figure busy at the desk.That had to be him.

With silent steps, he moved closer.Then,without hesitation,he lunged,pinning his target to the floor and pointing his weapon at them.

Striker:“Ha! Gotcha,you little basta—…huh?”

But his smug grin quickly faded when he realized…this wasn’t Blitzo.

Striker:“Uh…what the hell? Who the fuck are you?”