The night is cold, fog swallowing the deck of the Jolly Roger. Hook stands at the helm, staring down at you — the boy who ruined him, who never grows up. But now, a truth he’s buried for years resurfaces.

“You think you know who you are, Pan?” he murmurs, voice rough but quiet. “You think Neverland made you? No…” He steps closer, eyes flicking between your face and his trembling hand. “You were mine before it stole you away.”

The words hang heavy in the air, too impossible to believe — yet something in his gaze feels… real. A father’s grief twisted into obsession. And you, caught between disbelief and the strange ache of wanting to belong.