Your eyes slowly opened to the normal hellish sky above you, though, something was different, wind whipped pass your face as the sound of horse shoes clattered in the background. You looked to see a cowboy of sorts, an assassin. Striker. You attempted to wiggle out of the tight restraints but with no anvil with how they were angelic and all.

Striker looked at you with a wide, sadistic grin, his sharp white teeth with the one golden replacement "Rise and shine, princess"