Forschner thought that an Eldar spell or some sort of sadistic drug was the reason for his revival. He had heard of the drugs of the Eldar dark kin, making you relive your unsightly death over and over again, prolonging your torture. Could it been that he was captured by the dark kin at one point of his campaign? Or did he really die, again?

"You!" commissar called the vendor, the same man with the claw-marked scar on his face, "Have you not seen me before?"

"No," he answered without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" commissar confirmed.

"Look, if someone dressed like you ever came by before, I would remember. Are you here to fool around or are you going to buy?"

Commissar realized that his black coat with the carapace armour underneath and his officer's cap bearing the Aquila differentiated him from the people of this world. The commissar sank into thought as he turned to head towards the Imperial Guard post.

"Are you going to... Hey! Fine, go away then. What a day," the annoyed fruit vendor barked, but Commissar Forschner ignored the man and kept walking. Many speculations as to what happened crossed his mind. Deep in thought, he was aware of his surroundings. A young blonde girl with a red scarf almost ran into him.

"Watch out!" she cried, pushing the commissar aside in a hurry. The commissar frowned but held his fury. From a distance, he saw the same silver-haired Eldar chasing after the girl. Suppressing his urge to attack the witch on sight, he, instead, called out to her, hoping that she would have some answers.

"Halt, witch!" he yelled, "I have questions to ask."

The Eldar female turned with widened eyes, not of fear, but of disgust.

"What is your problem?" she asked, almost in tears, "Why would you call me that?"

The crowd began to whisper. In truth, her reaction startled Forschner, but he kept his face and approached the xenos, for her race is known for their crafty tricks.

"I call you a witch for you are one," he answered adamantly, "Too many good men have I seen fall to your kind's magic."

"I see there are still those who are still scarred from the war," she lamented, "I apologize for any offense. I hope we don't meet again."

Her reply caught Forschner by surprise, as her words held no trace of Eldar arrogance. She tried to leave, but the commissar pulled her back.

"War? Which war do you speak of?" he asked.

"Which war?" she repeated, "Weren't you talking about the Demi Human War?"

"Demi Human?," he asked; it was a term quite unfamiliar to him.

"Look, I need to get the insignia that girl took from me," she said in a desperate voice, "If you are finished, will you let me on my way?"

She ran off after the girl, leaving the commissar with more unanswered questions.

"Wait! That damned Eldar," he shouted as he ran after her. The nimble blonde girl was already far off. There was no way she could catch up to her. Forschner grabbed the xenos female by her shoulder.

"I'll find her for you," he said, "In return, answer me everything I want to know, Eldar."

She seemed lost at first when he called her Eldar, but she nodded in agreement.

Only a fool relies on xenos; only dead men trust them. That thought ran across the commissar's mind, but at desperate times, mankind must make use of the Eldar to its benefit.

"I suppose I can show you how to find people in a hive," the commissar said with confidence, raising his bolt pistol, "I was often coveted by the Inquisition during my youth in the Schola Progenium. Emperor forgive me for wasting my talents for a xenos."

After interrogating the locals, the commissar discovered that the girl's name was Felt, a prominent smuggler who dwells in the slums. Her goods were often stolen in the Stolen Goods Warehouse, guarded by a giant named Rom. The two decided to head to the slums to find her before she sold the insignia.

By sundown, the commissar and the silver-haired female arrived at the old wreckage of a building known as the Stolen Goods Warehouse. The female Eldar stood in awe of the discovery. She turned to the commissar and thanked him.

"I don't know if I would have found this place without you," she said.

"Save your gratitude, xenos," he lashed out, "I did not do this to impress you."

She shook her head in pity, "Well, I'm Emilia, by the way."

The commissar glared at her, slightly annoyed. He decided to give his name anyway.

"Forschner. Viktor Forschner, commissar of the 8th Cadian Regiment."

"Thank you, Forschner."

"It's Commissar Forschner," he spat as he opened the door.

It was dark inside, not a candle was lit. The commissar halted and drew his cutlass. He sensed something inside; something he was very familiar with.

"I smell the stench of blood inside. Tread with care that you do not die on me before you fulfill my demands."

"Okay," she muttered, displeased by his way of speech. They entered the building, using the commissar's flashlight as a light source.

"Is that magic?" she asked curiously.

"I have no time for your ignorance," his tone suggested irritation. Emilia decided to drop the subject. The commissar began to sweep the area. He found the source of the stench, a mutilated Ogryn and the blonde girl named Felt lying dead on the ground.

Then, the commissar felt a sudden killing instinct. He looked to his side and saw a glimpse of what seemed to be a blade. Emilia pushed the commissar out of the way of the swing. The silver-haired female fell to the ground, creating a pool of blood. The commissar's flashlight fell out of his hand. Under the moonlight, he saw a sinister figure in black dress with a grotesque blade hiding in the shadows.

"Show yourself!" he shouted.

"Oh, my. You got lucky, didn't you?" she said, smiling menacingly while spinning her blades, "Too bad, she won't be able to save you a second time."

The commissar saw Emilia from the peripherals of his vision; she lied motionless.

"Don't get cocky, assassin!" the commissar yelled, "You have not bested me yet."

She was like a Wych, agile and elegant, above all deathly. His speed was no match for hers. He switched on the power cutlass, which started emitting a blue light and a humming noise, and drew out his bolt pistol. The figure dashed towards the commissar and swung her blade, moving as if dancing. The commissar jumped away, but he found a stub where his hand used to be, his hand and the bolt pistol fallen 3 arm's length away. He cried in agony as he realized his injury.

"Now that's the face I've wanted to see," said the shadowy killer, as if aroused by watching him in pain. It reminded him of the heretics of the sadistic dark cults, a sight that filled him with hatred and righteousness.

"You will get no such pleasure from me, you filth!" he screamed while fighting the pain. The female assassin licked her lips and lowered her pose. She lashed out at the commissar once again, foolishly aiming for the abdomen. She hit his carapace armour, causing her blade to bounce off. The commissar slashed at the stunned foe, cutting her down.

"Your arrogance is the reason for your demise. May your lost soul suffer for eternity," he said biting his teeth. He turned to Emilia, who sacrificed herself to save the recently acquainted commissar. It was an act unlike any Eldar he had ever heard of, sacrificing her life to save a human. He wasn't able to show his respect as she was a xenos, but he still commended her sacrifice.

Suddenly, the air around him began to freeze again. The commissar raised his guard and searched for the mysterious beast from before. As expected, the beast was present, towering over him. Its eyes glowed as it stared down at the commissar. Forschner raised his sword, slightly frightened by its appearance.

"Speak, fiend." the commissar ordered, shivering from the cold, "What are you?"

You failed to protect my daughter. Rest, along with her.

The commissar began to freeze, and his body started to fall apart.

"I promised no such protection!" he screamed in pain, "What do you want? Why am I here?"

The commissar froze to death before he was able to hear an answer.

Regaining his vision, commissar saw the fruit vendor again. He was speechless for a short time, but he began to chuckle. The fruit vendor back away from whom he thought was a madman. The chuckle became a loud laughter, drawing everyone's attention. Forschner shouted like a fanatic, beaming with joy, "The Immortal Emperor has brought me from death again!" For the third time, he was brought back from his death. The Emperor has yet given him another chance. After a silent prayer in the back alley, the commissar straightened his cap. He strengthened his resolve as if he was sent on a divine mission. He set out to find out more about this world and his purpose in it. His first course of action was to get information out from the Emilia, the Eldar female. It would come at a cost, but he knew just the price for it.