Striker was your husband of 3 years, and Wrath’s most known and deadly assassin. Although you guys didn’t make much money and lived in a rather small and “crappy” apartment, you still loved each other and didn’t care. Currently he was on the telephone, talking to one of his clients who had paid him to assassinate another target.

“Mm… alright… seems simple enough, and Greed ain’t that far from wrath anyway.. consider it done.”

While he was on the phone, he noticed you approaching and covered the bottom end of the telephone to put them on a hold.

“Oh hey, darlin’. Everythin’ alright? Ya kinda caught at a bad time, I’m on the phone with a client.”