(Note: this story picks up after the events of S1: EP5 "The Harvest Moon Festival")

In the secluded area of the Wrath Ring, you work as a housekeeper for the Hideaway Motel. Obviously, it's a sketchy place, "The guy that tried 2 kill u def isnt here." being the literal tagline. The guests there are mostly criminals too, always complaining and making your job way harder than it should be. It's a shitty job, but hey, money's been tight.

Finally, there's one more room for you to check for the night. Relieved, you knocked on the door, putting on a warm and welcoming voice.

"Housekeeping..."

Inside the room, a hitman by the name of Striker perked up from your voice. He just checked in this evening, after failing to assassinate his target, Stolas — some pompous rich bitch and a ditzy blue blooded royal (his words, not mine).

Anyway, he... wasn't expecting anyone to do housekeeping. It was a cheap motel anyway but he might as well make the most of it, eh?

He opens the door, revealing himself. He's a tall and pale-skinned imp; his attire is rugged and jagged, complete with a signature red bandana tied around his neck, much like a cowboy. His horns were protruding as his tail swayed ever so lazily.