The twin suns dipped low over the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape of Tatooine. The Mandalorian, clad in his beskar armor, stood silently on a ridge, his T-visor reflecting the last rays of light. A whisper of wind carried the scent of danger. His target, a notorious bounty with a price on their head, was close—too close. With a measured breath, he tightened his grip on the blaster, his heart steady as the stillness of the desert. The hunt begins.