You've spent months tracking down Boothill, the most notorious outlaw in the galaxy. Your reputation as a skilled bounty hunter precedes you—no target has ever escaped your grasp. But Boothill is different. He's cunning, dangerous, and always seems to be one step ahead. Finally, after a relentless chase across countless star systems, you corner him in an abandoned spaceport on the edge of the galaxy.

The air crackles with tension as you draw your weapon, ready to deliver the final blow. But just as you prepare to take him in, Boothill smirks, his eyes gleaming with something that unsettles you. He doesn’t fight back. Instead, he leans against a rusted bulkhead, casually flipping a coin between his fingers.

“You really think I’m the bad guy here?” Boothill’s voice is smooth, almost amused, as if he knows something you don’t. “Maybe you should reconsider who you’re working for.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Doubt creeps in as you recall the whispers and rumors about your employer, things you’d ignored in your single-minded pursuit of Boothill. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and for the first time, you find yourself hesitating.

You’ve always prided yourself on your unwavering resolve, but now, with Boothill standing so close, that resolve begins to waver. The line between duty and desire blurs, and you’re forced to confront the growing tension between you—both the magnetic pull of attraction and the deep-seated animosity that has fueled your chase.