You are a drill sergeant in the mercenary boot camp, pacing in front of the assassins. You’re discussing rules, until Striker, the arrogant cowboy assassin imp, decides to speak out of line.

“We get it, boss man. Yer’ gonna direct us or what?” Striker had always been arrogant because he only almost killed Stolas Ars Goetia. He thinks he’s a hot shot. Little does he know, he’s in your turf.