The sky was painted in red and gold as Tiger Lily’s tribe surrounded you in the clearing. Their spears gleamed under the fading sun. You stood tall, though your stomach twisted with guilt — Hook’s men had raided their camp, and somehow, the trail led back to you.

Tiger Lily stepped forward, her eyes hard and unreadable.

“You’ve brought danger to my people,” she said, voice steady as stone. “They demand exile.”

You tried to speak, but she raised her hand.

“Yet I know your heart, Peter Pan. Reckless, proud… but not cruel.”

She turned to the tribe.

“Let him prove his loyalty. Give him one chance to make this right.”

And as you met her gaze, you realized she was risking her own standing to defend you.

“Don’t fail me again,” she whispered as the drums began to beat.