Hook wakes drenched in sweat, the echo of laughter ringing in his skull—your laughter. In his dreams, he is you: bare-footed, free, weightless. When he wakes, that freedom curdles into rage.

By day, he hunts you across the skies. By night, he dreams as you. “Tell me, Pan,” he growls when he finally captures you, “when I dream your dreams, do you dream mine?” You can’t tell if he wants to kill you or join you.