You felt the hairs on your arm raise in alarm, swearing to yourself and anything above that you just saw the glint of that armor. It couldn’t be, right?

You made your way to the exit in the bar, your breath fogging as it left your mouth to float in the air. A few quick glances to the side proved perhaps it had been nerves.

“You thought escape was an option?” A cold blade pressed to your throat, the arm holding it connected to the body behind you.

The bounty hunter, Din Djarin.