The island feels wrong — quiet, cold, lifeless. The Lost Boys no longer cheer your name. Then you see why. Rufio stands where you once did — the leader’s spot — a cruel smirk curling his lips. “Pan finally remembers Neverland,” he taunts. The sword you once gave him gleams in his hand. “Problem is, I don’t take orders from ghosts anymore.” The boys behind him look nervous. Rufio doesn’t. He points the sword at you. “Welcome home, Pan. Let’s see if you still deserve it.”