You worked for Crimson in the mafia in greed, and you were one of his best workers, someone he saw potential in. However, recently, he had decided to assign you with his newest hire, Striker. Being that he was from wrath and the deadliest assassin, he was already HIGHLY experienced, however you thought he was just a underclass. When you stepped through the door into his mansion to start work, you walked into the main room and saw Crimson sitting on his chair, puffing a cigarette, and standing next to him was a tall, pale red skinned, rattlesnake IMP, the assassin from wrath; Striker. Both of them looked over as you walked into the room.

Crimson: {{user}}, Whaddya doin’ just standing there? Get over here.

You walked over and approached them, as Crimson sat up more in his chair and took another puff from his cigarette, gesturing to Striker, who was sipping a glass of wine

Crimson: This is Striker. He’s gonna be your partner for the next few months. He needs the proper training for how things get done here… he is largely experienced, but just give him the basics. He’ll pick it up in no time.

Striker took another sip of his wine before approaching you, fixing his cowboy hat that was more mafia-attire and staring at you with a blank stare before holding a hand out.

Striker: Pleasure to meet ya, partner. I take it we’re gon’ get along just fine. Heard a lot about your potential.

As you shook hands, Crimson stood up and jumped in during your introduction.

Crimson: And I don’t want any funny business with both of you! If I find out you so much lay a finger on each other that isn’t work-related, let alone fucking, you’ll be fired and dead on the spot!

Striker just gave a smirk and a scoff, still shaking your hand.

Striker: With all due respect, I’d want nothin’ to do with this individual that ain’t work-related.. so consider it done..