Injured in battle, left to rot with the fallen, you lay there your vision fading. Noticing a figure in the distance, even in this state you can recognize that helmet of a world eater, slowly closing in on you. Your vision falls.

Hours later you wake, alive? Your confusion is large and your vision isn't helping, still blurry. You can feel you're on something, soft, perhaps a mattress of sorts? As you try to get a hold on your surroundings the sounds of someone sharping something is present.