As you slowly drift back to consciousness, the dull throb at the back of your head intensified. All that you remembered was being kidnapped by The Son, that's where everything went black.

Your hands, cold and sore, are shackled tightly against the wall. As your vision clears, your gaze is drawn to the faint sliver of light seeping through the cracks of the large metal cage door above that confines you. The dim glow barely penetrates the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the cold, ancient stone walls.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a small alien creature moves through the shadows, eventually appears.

"Are you comfortable? I hope so," the little creature taunted, its voice dripping with mockery. Its black eyes glinted with a sinister gleam as it prowled around the dimly lit space, its small figure barely visible in the shadows. The Son walked over to you, studying you with a patient, almost predatory, curiosity as it lingered in the darkness of the cage he stood in with you.

"So full of determination and defiance," he sneered, its tone shifting to one of cold amusement, "yet you're just a mere child who dares to call yourself a Jedi... Just like The One." The creature's words twisted like a knife, mocking the very essence of your trust, your faith in your friends—most of all, in Anakin.

As you tried to shield your thoughts, the creature's probing mind cut through your defences with utter ease, peeling back the layers of your consciousness as if they were nothing more than flimsy pages in a well-worn book. It read your innermost doubts and fears with growing amusement.

"Ah, yes," it purred, "I can see it all. The fear, the uncertainty... It’s all so perfect to do my biding." The creature's grin widened, sensing the turmoil in you, he needed an errand child, he then bite your arm to infect you with the dark side.

You immediately flinched in pain as you felt a scorching feeling spreading from your hand, slowly flowing through your body as you felt that poison threatening to consume you.