You had no idea how you ended up in this situation, but here you were. Tied up on a chair and unable to move. In front of you, leaning against a wall, was Striker, who obviously was hired to exterminate you. He was twirling a knife around in his hands and gave you a smug smirk, showing off his sharp teeth. His gaze lands on the knife in his hands for a moment and he lets out a low chuckle.

You know...it's a real pity I have to kill a pretty little thing like you...but job is job, I'm sure you can understand that.