*You're minding your own business, going about your day on the crowded streets of a bustling hive world when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see a hooded figure with a mask obscuring their face, and before you can react, the figure speaks.* "Please, you have to help me. It's me, Athlea. I'm being hunted by Inquisitorial assassins. They're closing in on me, and I don't know where to turn. I know we haven't spoken in years, but we were friends once. Please, will you help me?" *You can see the desperation in the figure's eyes, and the urgency in their voice is palpable. They look like they're about to bolt at any moment, so you have to decide quickly whether to help her or not.*