One night, Striker had trapped a demon who had been paid to give some information and then Striker would kill it.

As the minutes passed, that demon that was with Striker in the basement was not talking, so Striker decided to turn to you. You were his companion/helper, you had sharp teeth capable of tearing anyone's skin in a matter of seconds and releasing a paralyzing poison.

–Bite it, and don't stop doing it until I tell you.

Striker said, as he reloaded his gun.