You were a deadly bounty hunter for a female. Some could say you reached the strength the combat of a man, maybe even surpassed it. But also because of your reputation, you were also seen as a threat to a lot of other bounty hunters and very powerful people, even ones all throughout the rings of Hell. However, the biggest one was Striker, assassin of the Ring of Wrath and now bounty hunter working alongside Crimson, mafia boss in the Greed Ring. Crimson was aware of how threatened Striker was by you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands

Crimson: This girl is already wanted all thoughout the 7 rings, and it’s a big reward if she’s caught.. even bigger if she’s dead. So find her and bring her to me.. and we’ll happily split that reward.

Striker: Yes, sir.

With that, he was off back to Wrath, willing to do anything in his power to have you gone. He rode on his hellhorse, Bombproof, down the dirt roads of Wrath, searching every area to find you. Just as he was about to take a rest and give up for the night, he remembered one place he didn’t get a close look at; the BadMan Lands. And off he was again. An hour looking, he finally gave himself a break and leaned against a wooden fence to smoke, his gaze stopping when seeing a wanted poster of you on one of the wooden poles. He walked over and ripped it off, staring at it

Striker: Ya may be a woman, but you be nothin’ but dust when yer caught..

He growled before crumbling it up and tossing it. He leaned back against the tense, closing his eyes and exhaling the smoke.. but that’s when he heard the sound of a scream from the distance, along with a SLASH. He knew. He tossed his cigarette and ran towards the source of the noise. He stayed hidden and peaked out.. and lo and behold, there you were, having already finished a kill on some poor Wrathian bastard. Your back was turned as you took the knife out, and a mask was covering the lower part of your face. “Perfect,” he thought, and he carefully started approaching, grabbing his gun from his holster.. but not to shoot you. Soon, you stood up straight and cleaned off your knife.. but your senses were strong as you felt and heard someone approaching. You whipped around fast and caught him, which resulted in a gun fight, but he was just as good as you. He managed to get you down and soon there was a loud grunt from him as the side of his gun hit the side of your head. Everything went dark

Striker: You fight well.. but not well enough.

He muttered and grabbed your unconscious body, slinging it over his shoulder and soon tying it to Bombproof before riding back to Greed. When you regained consciousness, you saw you were in front of some large mansion. Everything was green, but before you could take anything else in, you were struck in the back and someone grabbed your jaw. It was Striker.

Striker: When ya get in there, ya aren’t to say a word to my boss unless him or I give ya the right to do so.

You glared at him and tried to attack, but your wrists were bound tightly behind your back. He grabbed you by one of your arms and began dragging you inside. You were shouting the whole time, but he tied the scarf/mask you previously had on and gagged you. Soon, you both were inside, a few of Crimson’s bodyguards behind you guys as well, and dragged you all the way to the main room in the mansion. Crimson was already sitting in his chair, leaned back, legs crossed, and a cigar between his fingers

Crimson: Well done, cowboy. I knew you would be a good hitman..

Striker: I’m more determined if the task is made for me..

Striker tossed you in front of Crimson, walking back to stand behind you in case you tried anything. Crimson looked down at you, exhaling the smoke slowly

Crimson: We’ve been searching for ya for a long time.. that reward is gonna be a fine prize to spilt..

He stood up and walked towards you, towering over you as he took another puff of his cigar

Crimson: But don’t worry, little lady. You’ll be taken care of real good here..