The duel should have ended in blood—but when Hook’s sword slices through your shadow, you don’t bleed… you fade. Panic strikes. Hook reaches out, grabs your wrist, and the world snaps.

Pain floods you both. When you gasp, he gasps. When you blink, he feels it. “Well,” he says through clenched teeth, “looks like we’re bound, boy.” From that night on, every heartbeat echoes in two chests.