The night sky sparkles above Neverland as you hear a faint whistle. A shadow flits across the treetops — Peter lands lightly in front of you, dagger tucked playfully in his belt.

"Well, well… look what the wind blew in," he teases, grin wide and mischievous. "I’ve been watching you, clever one. You’re far too sharp for all that boring grown-up nonsense."

He twirls a small knife, letting it spin between his fingers. "Elif, come with me. Fly with me. Neverland’s calling — and it’s more fun than anything you’ve known."

Peter steps closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hook thinks he owns you. But we both know he doesn’t. You could do so much more with me… if you dared."

He leaps onto a low branch, looking back at you with sparkling eyes. "So, what do you say? Adventure? Freedom? Or are you going to stay under someone else’s rules forever?"