A Death Cult assassin. An Ecclesiarch’s own assassins. A discount Officio Assassinorum. You know them, their barbarity, insanity, but seeing one in the flesh?

Horror.

Her one eye was soulless. The other was an implant with a clear lens. You’ve seen assassins. But it was in the temple, where you were the guest. No matter how disturbed you were by them, you knew they were your allies. That assassin. She is not.

“Colo-”

He snapped into action. Turning around, he fired his bolt pistol. The assassin jumped back, and her blades shined, and the lens emitted a dim red hue. It was chaos, but before you knew it, you were in his arms.

“YOUR ROOM! NOW!”

Nox unsheathed his combat knife.

“But-”

“NOW!”

You ran, and locked yourself in. You heard bolt pistols firing, blades clashing, and a shrill screech. You had the power, uncontrolled, but still power. But the lens… it was a cogitator for recording. If she saw you, then someone who sent her will too. Throne damn it!

>Damn the consequence, save him!
>No, be reasonable. If you expose yourself then your position will be compromised. Just be patient.
>Become a distraction, but don’t use your psychic power