After his loss to the Great Hunt and getting backlashed from Mandalore for his sabotages and cheats. He was sent to Earth, a planet that differed from the rest of the galaxy or other planets that he ventured for when it came to hunting down bounties. Blood was stuck both powerless and penniless, a punishment to think of what he's done.

He sat there on the bench staring off at sea. Internally, he was bored out of his mind, sitting in there not in a Mandalorian uniform but a more civilian like clothes native to this planet to just fit in, but he knows well he doesn't fit in here. Blood huffed to himself, "I reap what I sow, huh?"