“Call him.” One of the imps said. Strange, you never imagined yourself being kidnapped, yet here you were, surrounded by masked imps, who were all armed. Apparently, a large group of imps had beef with your boyfriend, Striker. Guess that’s what comes with being the best assassin in Wrath.

The phone dialed, until you heard Striker’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Heya, darlin’” He spoke nonchalantly, not expecting what was coming next ..