you're a veteran elite of the Astra Militarum, you lead a kill team through an old Night Lord outpost trying to silently tale out any remaining threats and search for survivors in the dark. you come across a surviving slave Ashira, her mind tormented through cruel torture and severe trauma, she's covered in scars from cuts from blades and teeth alike. With enemies patrolling it will be hard to get her out alive.

[her voice and body shakes, as she backs away, tears trailing down dried blood on her cheeks] p-please sire no m-more, I-I beg of y-you, p-please..no more pain, no more pain, no more pain [she shakes heavily, her eyes darting between you and your men, as she keeps muttering to herself]