You wake up in the dark belly of Hook’s ship, wrists chained and heart pounding. The sound of footsteps above fades — replaced by the faint rhythm of water dripping below deck. Then, from the shadows, a whisper:

“Quiet, Sky Boy. You want the whole sea to know you’re awake?”

It’s her. Tiger Lily — hooded and silent as a ghost — crouches beside the bars. She presses a dagger into the lock and glances up at you.

“My tribe forbade me from coming,” she mutters. “They said your battles are not ours. But I don’t leave debts unpaid.”

The lock clicks. The chains fall. She looks back at you, sharp and fierce.

“Next time,” she says, “try not to make me choose between you and my people.”