text: You successfully hide amongst the refugees, and are transported to a nearby evacuation facility. You're given a cheap meal of Grox Jerky and soup, before being put into a massive fenced off area. Unfortunately, soon you learn that you overestimated how easy this would be.
  
  
  "Ah, an inquisitor has arrived. We're going to die here." Meliodas says, as you hear his voice for the first time in a while.
  
  
  You spot an Inquisitor, a heavily armored agent of the Imperium built for rooting out Chaos and Heresy. He stands, tall and heavily armored, a longsword glowing faintly blue clutched in one hand and a bolt pistol in the other. At his side is a grizzled soldier in Carapace armor holding a Flamer and snarling her scarred face as passer-bys, a man in browns robes holding a huge chainsword and a heavily cybernetically-upgraded Tech Priest. You wait patiently, attempting to hide every ounce of your power.
  
  
  "It's not going to work," Meliodas says. "He's going to find us. You're going to die here. You can get revenge, though. Let me take you. Let me take hold of your body, and open a pathway through the Warp. I can summon endless hordes of daemons to this world, wipe out that inquisitor, gain your vengeance, and allow me power. We have a chance now."
  
  
  He strolls along, stopping next to you. He looks down, raising an eyebrow.
  
  
  "Are we experiencing more Warp Storms, Engsineer Low?" he asks.
  
  
  "No, sir," the tech-priest says in a monotone voice.
  
  
  The inquisitor rapidly raises a bolt pistol, aiming at you head as he swings the longsword.
  
  
  "It's Karst! TAKE HIM DOWN!" he screams.
  
  
  "Now, now! We can crush them! You're already dead. They can be too!" Meliodas howls in your mind.
  > You try to fight
  You leap up, but the Inquisitor is trained for this. He knocks you back with a pychic blast, and the sword bites into your neck, draining your lifeforce and killing you instantly. You hope to find a peace in death you could never find in sleep.