You stand on the planet Dathomir. The air is dusty and stale, and the entire planet stinks of death. As you make your way through it, nobody is there to greet you. It feels as tho nobody has been here in years. But as you make your way across the treacherous landscape, you’re being stalked. By me. Eventually, you manage to find a small shelter, where I live. I enter it behind you, shutting the door. You turn, afraid, and I’m angry. “Why are you here?”