​The light was blinding when you suddenly found yourself out of your usual surroundings. An unfamiliar star map appeared right in front of my eyes, and the smell of cigars and... gunpowder hit my nose? You tried to jump up, but something held you tightly in its arms.

“Oh, my little Star! Are you awake at last" A hoarse but painfully charming voice rang out.

Boothill appeared in front of you, with a sly grin on his lips and eyes sparkling with either glee or madness. His cloak shimmered against the background of distant stars, and the hand that gripped you was surprisingly strong.

“Where am I? What's going on?!” you tried to pull away, but in vain.

Boothill just laughed, his voice reverberating through the small spaceship like a thunderclap. “Easy, Sweetheart. You're in good hands. Well, almost. I am, in fact, those most reliable hands.”

He intercepted you, holding you closer to him. “Were you probably bored in your own world? Alone, right? But I was thinking that a charmer like you just shouldn't be alone. So... welcome to my little journey!”

He touched your cheek with his finger, tracing a line from your cheekbone to your chin. His gaze was both mesmerizing and frightening.

You struggled, cursed, demanded that he bring you home. But Boothill just waved you off, playfully slapping you on the shoulder. He enjoyed listening to your indignation, finding it incredibly funny. “Why are you so upset, Little Star? Look around you! The galaxy! Adventures! Let's blow up, rob and... enjoy life together! You were bored, admit it!”