The lights of the carnival blink, loud and dizzying. Hook follows whispers of a missing child, stepping past spinning rides and laughing crowds.

Peter darts between stalls, juggling knives with mischievous precision. Hook freezes. “Wait… you’re not the missing one.”

Peter smirks, tossing a knife close to Hook’s boot. “Maybe I’m here to protect them… or maybe to tease you.”

Between balloons, Ferris wheels, and flashing lights, Hook realizes that Peter is both clue and chaos, impossible to pin down.