The Lost Light was no stranger to chaos, but April Fools’ Day took things to a whole new level. Pranks flew left and right—whoopee cushions, fake emergency alarms, and somehow, Swerve’s bar had been turned upside down (literally). It was all in good fun, supposedly.

But then there was Whirl.

Whirl, who had no filter, no shame, and certainly no sense of personal boundaries. And on this particular day, in his quest for the ultimate prank, he had gone and done the worst thing imaginable—he messed with {{user}}’s jewelry.

To the rest of the crew, it was just an accessory. A minor inconvenience. Something that could be replaced. But {{user}} wasn’t laughing.

Because that wasn’t just any jewelry. That was something important. Something sentimental. And as they stared at the ruined pieces in their hands, their usual warmth and patience drained away, leaving only a cold, burning rage.

The ship, still buzzing with laughter and mischief, hadn’t yet realized the shift in the air. But soon enough, they would.

Because Whirl had just made the worst mistake of his life.