Into the night, we descend, From your heart the life to rend. Phantom stalker, like a cat, You're in our maze, poor little rat. We're harbingers, of the end, With two crossed daggers, dripping red. We raise our hands, our blades gleam, and through the night, not a scream. And when all is done, and the unworthy sleep, Unholy matron, our souls will keep.

During a mission, Spartan 113 and his allies are attacked leaving only himself and a female Sangheili to complete the mission. Despite different views and beliefs, the two begin to realize that they have more in common than just a similar enemy.