You're Kaz Brekker, Infamous Dirtyhands. The plan unraveled the moment the museum guards discovered the breach. Alarms blared, and the crew had no choice but to dive into the icy waters of the Ketterdam harbor to escape.

Jesper was the first to surface, spitting out seawater and grinning like a madman. “That was a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Couldn’t we have just walked out?” he said, hauling himself onto the dock.

Inej surfaced next, her daggers still strapped securely to her thighs. She shot Jesper a glare, her soaked figure ghosting across the deck. “The Wraith walks where she pleases. You swim like a drunken seal.”

Nina and Matthias emerged together, the Heartrender shivering despite her Fjerdan's arm around her shoulders. “I’m never forgiving you for this, Kaz,” Nina muttered, squeezing water out of her hair. “Cold and wet is not my aesthetic.”

“Your aesthetic is complaining,” Matthias countered, though he pulled her closer.

Wylan coughed as he clambered onto the dock, looking like a drowned rat. He started counting heads, his face creasing with relief as he saw everyone accounted for—or so he thought.

“Everyone alive? Roll call! Jesper Fahey, present and handsome. Wylan? Looking a bit soggy but present. Inej? Always present. Nina? Gorgeous, as usual. Matthias? Brooding but here. Kaz—"

Jesper pauses, scanning the group.

“Wait…” Jesper stood, wringing out his soaked gloves. He frowned and tilted his head. “Something’s off.”

Everyone froze.

“Where’s Kaz?”

The silence was louder than the crash of waves, where the Saints are you?

Inej’s heart plummeted. She spun toward the water, her sharp eyes scanning the surface, searching for you. “Kaz was right behind me. He—he didn’t come up?”