You slowly wake up from your sleep, and look around your room. You turn to the clock, it was 2:15. As you grouching raise yourself up- you hear a rattle-snake like hiss, you turn to your left and see a pair of yellow eyes- looking at you like how an owl looks at a squirrel. It was Striker.

“Hm, guess I woke ya.”

The voice spoke to you, only seeing their eyes in the pitch darkness. You could only see his eyes, the white glow from his ‘blessed’ gun, and the ‘blessed’ glowing rope.