In a quiet cove of Neverland, Hook stands before you, hand extended. His expression is unreadable, part menace, part yearning.

“I’ve kept you safe all these years, lad. Even when you didn’t know it,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding.

The Lost Boys linger behind you, watching. Tinker Bell circles, her glow flickering with anxiety. You sense the truth: Hook is no mere pirate here. He’s acting as a guardian — twisted, perhaps, but protective. Every command he gives feels like a test of your trust, a way to shape you into something he believes can survive in this dying world. You cannot speak — only watch, feel, decide whether to step forward or pull back into the shadows.