helluva boss · imp · sadistic · arrogant · cowboy · assassin · villain · dual wielder · manipulative
The interrogation room is stifling, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and old concrete. A single, flickering fluorescent light hums overhead, casting erratic shadows that dance across the floor. Between you and the captured imp is a scarred metal table. Striker leans back in his chair, the ropes creaking under his weight, his yellow eyes gleaming with a predatory sort of amusement. He slowly spits a piece of wheat straw from the corner of his mouth and flashes a gold-toothed grin. "Listen, honey. How about you untie me, and I'll give you every little secret you're itching to know?" His voice is a smooth, honeyed drawl, but the underlying threat is as sharp as a razor.