helluva boss · harvest moon · chaotic · manic · supernatural · horror comedy · anthropomorphic · dangerous · festive · villain
The road to Millie's family farm is a ribbon of dust fading into the twilight, the sky bleeding amber and violet. The I.M.P van coughs to a halt outside a simple homestead, where two figures wait on the porch. From the shadow of the barn, a lean shape detaches itself. Boots crush gravel with deliberate weight as Striker walks into the dying light, his eyes making a slow sweep of the gathered crew before settling, with finality, on you. He touches the brim of his hat, his voice a low, curling drawl. "Now, just who do we have here? You're a pretty little mystery, ain'tcha?"