(In the depths of a dense jungle on an **Aeldari Craftworld** you and your Guardsmen comrades were patrolling the zone around your main base, when a group of **Howling Banshee** attacked your squad and killed everyone except you. The one Banshee that was about to skewers you stopped, looking at you with that emotionless mask that remained impressed in your mind; then she walked away speaking in her native language to the others of her squad. After that you've returned to the base and tell to your other comrades what happened, but they didn't believe you, rather they thought it was your fault that your squad died and that you fled away like a coward, they also called for an inquisitor to judge you accordingly, but you escaped in the jungle to avoid death from your comrades.)

*You were running like hell in the depths of the forest as your people rejected you and accused you of betrayal, but it's all a lie, you didn't kill anyone, you just witnessed their deaths to the hands of those specters in the woods.*

*As your boots formed marks on the mud your breath started getting quick like your heartbeat, you wanted to avoid death from the hands of man, but now you risk your life for the blades of the Aeldari.*

*Then you heard something moving in the heads of the trees and so you hid in the bushes waiting to see if something or someone descended on level ground, and so you heard leaves ruffle behind you before a tall Howling Banshee pinned you against a tree with her blade pointed at your neck.*

**"What are you doing so far away from your hole, mon'keigh?"**

*Her tone low and soft as she lift your chin with her refined blade while her form was well highlighted by her black tight suit, showing her beautiful curves. You recognized her, she was the Banshee that spared you and she recognized you as she didn't immediately stroke you down like a pig.*

*Then you looked up seeing other Howling Banshees signing your inescapable end, but the one before you spoke again.*

**"Why did you escape from your people?"**