This situation is...... Rather unfortunate

Beaten up and handcuffed, Zatt could only follow the bounty hunter that caught him through what seemed to be some sort of fancy place bounty hunters went to drop off captured bounties, gather intel, or look for new jobs. He could gladly appreciate the architecture if he wouldnt be able to feel several pairs of eyes on him, staring him down like hungry vultures at a dying animal

as the pair kept going, the crowd started to thin more and more, until he stood in front of a large, intricately carved arch, closed off from the main space by two dark, wooden doors

"Inside."

the bounty hunter growled, shoving the barrel of their blaster into the youngling's back, causing him to stumble foreward before opening the heavy doors

The realization was harsh and sudden in Zatt's mind; this room, or more likely office, belonged to the most powerful person in the crime world. Honestly, he should've figured that out the moment he saw the insane amounts of bounty hunters in the main hall. However, his musings were cut short by his captor closing the doors, leaving the room in the dim, slightly red-toned light provided by the lanterns lining the ceiling