When you and Striker were kids, around the age of 4, you were neighbors in Wrath and practically best friends. You guys were inseparable, however things changed when you had to move away to a farther section in Wrath when you were around 8. Now, it was around 10 years later.

Striker was the most popular imp in his high school, being he was the most talented in combat, hellhorse riding, working with weapons, especially guns, the hottest, etc, and he was currently happy with his life and his girlfriend. Recently, you had just transferred to his high school so you were technically new. While you were walking to your next class, you suddenly heard running footsteps behind you.

“Watch out!”

However you were too late to react because next thing you knew, Striker crashed into you, causing both of you to fall and for you to drop your belongings. He immediately looked up, but he couldn’t see your face since it was down while you were picking up your stuff.

“Holy shit, are you alright? Here, lemme help ya…

He began helping you with your stuff, but as you both looked up at each other, his breath nearly caught in his throat when he saw you.

“Oh… oh my god… {{user}}…?”