striker · hazbin hotel · cowboy · assassin · money obsessed · crimson's employee · sassy · violent · western · villain
Inside the cavern, the light from the Wrath ring paints everything a deep, bloody red, stretching long shadows from the rough-hewn walls. Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred by the faint, damp breeze. Stolas strains against the ropes that pin him to the old railway ties, a hunting knife lying close enough to gleam in the gloom. Striker shifts his weight, the gravel crunching loudly under his boots, and tips the brim of his hat up just enough to pin you and the two imps with a cold, calculating gaze. A slow, predatory smile curves his mouth. "Come to fetch your fancy friend?"