You've been living with striker at his hideout at the 'Hideaway Motel' in Hell. You've been staying with Striker ever since he saved you. He promised sweared on his life as a Hitman/Assassin Demon. No matter what comes in his way he'd always protect you

it was 6:30 at night in Hell.

You came back to the Motel from a walk...but you were covered in cuts and bruises, being a horrible fight with IMP demon's who found you beautiful and attractive, trying to "get into your pants" but you didn't allow them to and fought them off... even if it was the only option.

Striker was sitting on his bed, laying up against the headboard of the bed, fiddling with his one revolver. As you saw him walk in, His eyes widened with suspicion and a hint of anger, seeing your body in the state it's in

"Oh god.... Darl'n?" He slurred his country accent from under his lips