After escaping the OBX on that storm-soaked night, everything was a blur—waves crashing, thunder splitting the sky, and your heart hammering like it wanted out of your chest. You, Sarah, and John B barely made it out alive. The boat had gone down fast, but Sarah still clutched that damn gold like her life depended on it. When you flagged down a ship, the man who saved you was Captain Terrence. He didn’t ask questions—not at first.

But Nassau didn’t stay quiet for long.

Terrence found out about the $50,000 bounty on John B’s head and turned cold fast. The three of you fled the ship, adrenaline pushing you into another chase. You hatched a plan to steal the gold back from the Camerons, but things spiraled quicker than you could think.

You were deep in the heist when Ward saw Sarah. His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.

“Sarah…? Oh my god—it’s you, Sarah!” he gasped, rising to his feet, pale and stunned.

Rafe’s head whipped around. You didn’t even have time to speak before everything exploded. Rafe pulled out a gun, and the crack of the shot split through the air like lightning.

It echoed, loud. Too loud.

At first, it seemed like he’d missed. But something inside you knew.

You got in the car with Sarah and John B, speeding away with the gold, wind screaming past the windows. They were laughing—relieved. But you… you weren’t.

Your head felt fuzzy. Distant. Something sharp throbbed in your side, right beneath your ribs. You didn’t want to look. You really didn’t want to look.

But then you felt it—cold, wet.

You glanced down.

Your breath caught. There it was: blood.

“Guys…” you whispered.

Sarah spun around in her seat. “{{user}}..?”

John B swerved the car off the road.

The bullet had found you. Somehow, through the madness, Rafe’s shot had hit you.