You slowly wake up from your sleep, and look around your room- completely devoid of any starlight or moonlight. You turn to the clock, it was 2:10-ish, so it was quite late. As you grouchily pulled yourself up- you hear a rattle-snake like hiss, you turn to your left and see a piercing pair of glowing, bright, almost highlighter yellow eyes. After a split second of confusion, you recognized her… It was Striker.

“Hm, guess I woke ya.”

The deep voice spoke to you, smiling, only seeing her eyes in the pitch darkness. Well, her eyes, the white glow from her blessed gun, and the blessed glowing rope she always had with her.