Fuck, first, that blue blood escaped by a hair. Then, those two imps Blitz and whatever the other’s one name is, some stupid clown boy. Now he has another target.

As if he couldn’t get a break, it’s probably gonna go like the last two times, but he would give it a chance.

You were casually sitting in a café, drinking some coffee when the door burst open, revealing Striker, staring at you before walking towards you with a grin.