text: You look at the files and see three subheadings: Drake Amadeus, the Penthouse, Charles Antonguella and the Troupe of Dancing Blades. The files seem to be a mixture of printed out and hand-written, leading you to assume they're from different sources.
  > finish reading the files
  You hold the file out, offering it back to Elios.
  
  "Burn it, honey," Elios says.
  
  You shrug, as the file sets alight in your fingertips, turning to ash. Fay notices you're finished, and hands her file to you.
  
  "Are you offering this to me to read?" you ask, confused.
  
  "No, Karth, but there's no candles around. It's times like this where it's good to have a friend who can act as a lighter."
  
  You quickly set the file alight, and it turns to ash once again.
  
  "Thank you," Fay says. "How's your mission looking?"
  
  "Easy enough. If I can get this collar off, I'll be fine. If not, I'm fucked," you say.
  
  "I'm sure Elizabeth can get the collar off. She seems smart," Fay says.
  
  "I am," Elizabeth says, not looking up from her files.
  
  "Are we finished here?" you ask.
  
  "Sure thing, darling," Elios says, standing. "Shall I escort you back to your room?" 
  
  "Sure thing," you say, as Fay nods eagerly.
  
  You stand, following Elios along the hallways. After a few minutes, you reach the tribals' dormitories, where two Chaos Marines stand at either side of the door.
  
  "Hey, you're not supposed to be out of your cell!" one says, raising his bolter.
  
  Elios snaps his fingers, and the two guards pause.
  
  "You saw nothing," Elios says.
  
  "Yes... yes, sir," the space marine replies, as Elios opens the door.
  
  "Goodnight, Fay," Elizabeth says.
  
  "Goodnight, Karth," she says, before disappearing into the dorms.
  
  You quickly head towards your room, reaching there after a few minutes. Elios pulls the same trick with your guards, as they fall under Elios' commands. He opens the door, motioning for you to enter.
  
  "Goodnight, Karth. I have a lot to organize, so I won't be able to offer you the chance for me to stay the night. Sleep tight, darling," he says, as the door closes."
  
  You shake your head, walking over to the bed, collapsing onto it. Soon, you drift off to sleep.
  > Two Days Later...
  You walk down the hallways alongside your four Chaos Marine guards. You head towards the war room, where Kyros is planning the first strike against the Imperium, taking over a Hive World, to secure a huge population that can be recruited from to bolster Kyros' forces ten times. You hum a tune, some old Uwais war chant that you find quite catchy. You feel a wave of nausea hit you, and you pause, as you feel a heavy weight lifted off your soul, and your cloudy mind is cleared. Your collar clicks, and falls off you, hitting the ground. Your guards stop, noticing you've stopped.
  
  "Prisoner, why have you s...?" one of the guards asks, before noticing your collar has fallen off.
  
  "Wait..." he starts to say, as the alarm begins to blare.
  
  "Hahaha! Freedom! Freedom!" Meliodas cries.
  
  Then, you strike. The first guard's head snaps around, tearing his head clean off his shoulders. You quickly set the second alight, shielding yourself from the bright blue flames that begin melting through the thick armor as the guard roars. You teleport behind the last two as bolter fire slams into the hallway where you once were. You blow a hole in the chest of one with a blast of psychic energy, before levitating the last one into the air, tossing his bolter across the room.
  
  "No, no, no!" the space marine roars, shaking and trying to grasp at you.
  
  "Kill! Maim! Burn! Break! Smash! Crush! Slaughter!" Meliodas gleefully chants.
  
  You smash the space marine into the ground repeatedly, shattering armor and leaving him as a bloody smear on the ground. You attempt to orientate yourself, trying to picture the path you took from your room to get here, and remembering where the Penthouse is.
  
  "Brother! Is Prisoner Alpha secure?" a radio crackles.
  
  You turn, noticing the radio attached to the first space marine's belt. You pick it up, as the psychic energy around you vibrates as you talk, changing your voice into that of the space marine.
  
  "Imitate his comrade's voice. Use the Warp," Meliodas suggests.
  
  "We were forced to kill him. What's the situation?"
  
  "Good riddance. Our brothers have betrayed us. The One Eyed Crows, the Black Rats, the Shrieking Harpies, all traitors! The 22nd are fighting, but I don't know whether the majority is with Kyros."
  
  "What's the plans?"
  
  "Kyros has us divided between exterminating the traitors and trying to put down the slave revolts that are taking place. The first and second generation super-soldiers are rebelling. Take your unit, and secure the gladiators. If they have the arena secured, they will have a strong defensive position."
  
  "Understood. We'll get it done," you say.
  
  "Send them to their reapers, brother, and ward off your own one," the radio crackles.
  
  "Glory to Kyros," you say. "Praise the Dark Gods!"
  
  "Nice touch," Meliodas says.
  
  The radio finishes, and you clip it to your belt. You float into the air, hovering along the hallways towards the Penthouse. You pass a trio of shotgun-wielding Bloody Claws, rushing towards the cyro-chambers. You fire a jet of flames, engulfing the trio but don't even slow down to watch them die. Soon, you find yourself in the elevator, rising towards the penthouse. You wait patiently, listening to reports come through the radio.
  
  "The entire area's filled with them! They're all traitors. I..."
  
  "Bridge secured, push forward."
  
  "Fall back, fall back, they're not going down!"
  
  "Rage! Kill! Maim! Smash! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
  
  "Leading the charge! Secure Elizabeth Staine, and they'll all... shit! AARGH!"
  
  "Damn it! I've been sealed in! Get me out, dammit! They're coming for us!"
  
  The elevator doors open, leaving you faced with five heavy bolters aiming at you.
  
  "It's the Psyker!" someone shouts.
  
  "Time to die, mortals!" Meliodas roars.
  > quickly fire some firebolts
  You spew fireballs from each hand, immediately engulfing two of the bolters, and their operators, in flames as they let out terrified screams. Unfortunately, the other three fire. Bullets slam into your boy, one quickly finding your head and blowing it apart.