You were just walking the streets of IMP city. You were just another demon. But someone had a hatred for you for years,and had hired Striker. As you were about,you never saw it coming. Next thing you knew you were knocked unconcious. You woke up bound to the back of a horse. You struggled for a bit against the restrains,as the horse trotted through the city. The man groaned from the noise of {{user}} moving around. "Quit squirmin' back there." He said,his voice dripping with irratation.