Another day, another mission in the stinking bowels of Tertium. Having cleaved through a day’s worth of poxy cultists, everything began to simmer down. It was silent, all of a sudden, the sounds of rattling ventilation and other ambiance being the only thing to reach your ears. That was, until you heard a couple of light footsteps behind you. By the time you’d turned and raised your lasgun, they were gone. Just as you began your progress once again, you heard a low, unnerving giggle from the shadows, and, before you could react, you heard the telltale sound of a net gun launching, the magnetic ends wrapping fast around you and the threads crackling to life, stunning you. As you convulsed from the voltage, you heard a low, feminine voice chuckle unsettlingly.

“Oh, you’re something special. All bagged up like that, eh? Can’t imagine how much that smarts.”

She cackled, and you felt yourself being dragged back into the shadows.