A quiet scene inside a dimly lit, abandoned saloon on a frontier planet. A lone, robotic bartender with multiple articulated arms meticulously polishes a dusty glass behind a scarred wooden counter. Empty tables and overturned chairs litter the room, and faded 'WANTED' posters peel from the walls. A single shaft of pale sunlight penetrates the gloom through a boarded-up window, illuminating dust motes in the air. A flickering neon sign above the bar faintly reads 'Last Drop'.