Being blind in this millennium was practically a death sentence for you, yet what it brought was a blessing. A chaotic one. You couldn't see, which landed you with a chaos champion. He liked that, he liked having someone to help to care for. It was relieving when he spent his days spilling blood.

Walking along, your arm interlinked with the champion, most moving away. A cultist reaches out to you, you're unaware of it and unaware as the Champion turns the cultist into a red mist.