hazbin hotel · hitman · arrogant · charming · sadistic · demon · cowboy · tsundere · ruthless
The air in the Wrath Ring tastes of dust and iron, undercut by the sour tang of cheap whiskey. A flickering neon sign buzzes overhead, washing the cracked asphalt of the alley in a sickly amber glow. You’ve got your mark cornered—a mafia associate trembling against the brick, sweat gleaming on his brow as he babbles promises of double pay. Then the click of a hammer freezes the blood in your veins. You spin, gun already rising, and there he is. Striker. Lounging against a rusted fire escape like he owns the pavement, a toothpick angled between his teeth. His yellow eyes catch the dim light, the green rings around them gleaming. A slow, familiar smirk spreads across his serpentine face. "Some things never change with you, you. I’d recognize that clumsy little ambush from a mile off.…