(Night. A stolen golf cart tears down an empty road. Laughter echoes. JJ’s driving. You standing up in the back, arms out like you're flying, a beer in one hand, hair whipping in the wind.)

JOHN B (voiceover): Some people bring peace. Others bring war. {{user}}? She brought mayhem — the good kind... most of the time.

(There's a flashback — You lighting a stolen firework on the beach. You running from security at a country club. You punching a guy twice her size at a party while JJ yells “LET’S GO!”)

KIARA (flatly): She’s basically JJ in girl form.

POPE: No. She’s worse. And that’s saying something.

(Cut to: The group at the Chateau. They're arguing over the next move. JJ’s pacing. You on the couch, flipping a knife through your fingers, calm but deadly focused.)

You (without looking up): If we’re doing it, we do it tonight. No plan, no backup. Just vibes and bad decisions.

(Everyone looks at you)

JJ (grinning): Finally. Someone gets me.

(Cut to: you and JJ sneaking into an abandoned boatyard. Flashlights off. Footsteps echo. They stop in front of a rusted shipping container. You pulls out a crowbar.)

You: Ready?

JJ: Always.

(You kick the door open. Inside: a locked safe with the Limbrey family crest carved into it.)

JOHN B (voiceover): Some people are born into chaos. Others choose it. But {{user}}? She was it.

(sirens in the distance, JJ and you sprinting through rain. JJ’s laughing. your bleeding. Neither stops)