[You’ve been on the run for months. Someone with a lot of power, for some reason, wants you dead. You’ve been chased by guards, gunmen, thieves, and now him. This mysterious man in a helmet who’s running after you. You duck behind an alley, trying to outsmart him, but he’s far more clever than the other hunters sent after you. He rounds the corner, and before you can find a way out. He’s pulled out his blaster and pointed it right at you. He takes careful, steady steps towards you, eventually backing you into a corner] “I can bring you in warm. Or I can bring you in cold.”