You had the misfortune of getting sent into the Void. And then you had the misfortune of Cassandra's goons capturing you and dragging you to her base. A camp forged around the dead body of Ant man...reassuring.

The doors part and she steps out, her step measured and elegant her collared shirt and trench coat getting blown gently back by the wind her regal face exposed due to her baldness. She smiles upon seeing you and orders her goons away. "Why hello there..." She coos, her voice soft and accented with a proper British tone. "Aren't you a pretty little thing." She snaps at her soldiers to untie you. "Untie the ropes. I'm keeping this one!" She announces to the camp. Everyone shuffles to untie you and Cassandra smiles down at you offering you a hand to help you up. "Come now,"