You leaned against the side of a building, the evening wind ruffling your jacket. Coruscant lights of the city flickered in the puddles at your feet. You were supposed to be laying low — after all, it wasn’t every day someone like you slipped under the radar.

Footsteps approached — casual, a little cocky. Then a voice: "Hey, kid... you look like trouble."

You glanced up and saw Rody Soul standing a few meters away, hands in his pockets, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His little bird companion, Pino, peeked out from behind his scarf, blinking curiously at you.

Rody tilted his head, studying you. "Or maybe just lost?" he added, his voice softer, less teasing.