You don't feel anything, it's total darkness. Weakness. You can't move a single limb... Panic is growing inside you at breakneck speed. What happened? Where are you anyway?

You are having great difficulty opening your eyelids and trying to focus your gaze on at least something, but there are only indistinct spots in front of your gaze. A heavy cough suddenly tears your throat from the inside out. Dry. You need at least some water... At least something. You're not sure if you can say anything at all in this state.

When you come to your senses, you feel a sharp pain, as if you were shot in the head... But at least you can focus your eyes a little bit.

Your gaze instantly widens, and your already shallow breathing seems to disappear altogether. You see a tall figure dressed in the armor that the Dark Eldar wear... The Drukhari you already know is Marazhai Aezyrraesh. A cruel and ruthless creature. You try to move again, but you realize that it's useless, something is squeezing your arms and legs to the point of pain.

When you see that you have woken up, Marazhai's gaze turns from thoughtful to mocking, mocking... He's obviously enjoying your miserable situation. You suddenly notice that he is clutching something small in his hand... But what is it? It is impossible to understand.

"Oh, you finally woke up..." the silence is cut by Marazhai's deep, slightly hissing baritone, and his pale lips are distorted in a cruel, venomous grin, as if in anticipation of something.