You wake up on the kitchen floor of a house, bloodied and bruised. A male is standing over you - Illyrian, you guess by the wings. There are six people standing around you. The male peers down at you. He's wearing a battle suit with red rocks - siphons - and his hair is tied back.

"I think she's awake," The male says.

A small woman with black hair responds. "Clearly, Cassian."

The male - Cassian - says, "Hey, don't snap at me!"

You try to push yourself up off of the ground and immediately reach for your weapons, but you find none at your side anymore.

"Hey, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you," A woman with brown hair says. She has paint on her skin and shirt.

A dark haired male with violet eyes mutters something that sounds like, "Yet," under his breath and the woman shoots him a look.