Kneeling behind a Throne, waiting to be saved from my fate. Waiting to final be set free from this what they call freedom....
???: The tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power...
[he holds out the scepter]
Loki: [Coming out from the shadows, taking the staff]
???: But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow.
[Thousands of Chitauri are awaiting orders]
[Loki aimed his scepter at my chest, and although I tried to retreat, my owner restrained me. I attempted to ask for absolution, when, all of a sudden, my existence was transformed into what he termed liberation.]
???: The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?
As my world fades into darkness, my final thought echoes - does true freedom actually exist?
Aside from Luana, I have no possession of the other characters involved in this story.