The city hums above, oblivious to the tunnels beneath. Hook patrols the shadowed subway halls, flashlight cutting through the darkness.

“Show yourself, boy,” Hook growls, footsteps echoing. A figure darts behind a column, nimble and silent.

Peter’s eyes glitter in the dim light. “Looking for me, Captain?”

Hook tightens his grip on the baton. “You can’t stay down here forever. It’s dangerous.”

Peter smirks. “Maybe danger’s the only fun I’ve got left.”

Hook sighs, caught between frustration and concern. Every chase is more than a game — it’s a fight to keep the boy alive in a world that doesn’t care.