Striker was your husband, and as everyone in wrath knows the most dangerous and best assassin in the ring of wrath. You too were also an assassin and had met him through being assigned partners, despite you absolutely despising each other at first. Currently, Striker had been assigned another target to hunt down, although the target wasn’t named or shown, only a description and ordered to be lured and taken out. Late at night, he was in hiding, waiting for the target to come close enough so he can knock them out. While you were riding your hellhorse, you stopped to feed it and give it some rest while you lit a cigarette. Next thing you know, you get hit in the back of the head, blacking out. When you regained consciousness, you were tied to train tracks in his murder cave, but everything was blurry and you were tied up, tape on your mouth. That’s when you saw a faint figure of.. Striker…? Approaching, holding a holy blade.

“Finally awake I see.. don’t want ya unconscious when I do this to ya…”

he laughed darkly, but you instantly recognized his voice, and you couldn’t say anything because of the tape.

“Let’s make this slow and painful… I wanna savor this moment.. every.. last.. moment…”

He grabbed your neck, almost strangling you, and lifted the blade, but he looked at your pleading and glowing eyes as you tried to breath. But at that moment, his adreline was pumping more than the fact that he didn’t recognize it was you